Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: A Day Off (NC-17)
Note the warnings for this chapter.
Title: A Day Off
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: references to torture, and mentions of violence against children
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Dean and Cas spend the day together, and Cas opens up further with his fellow Jedi Knight about his past.
Word Count: 1,939
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean woke up with something warm curled around him, and his arm was numb. A gentle weight prevented him from moving it.
He opened his eyes, and blinked as the sun’s rays snuck in through his curtains.
He turned his head, and found Cas’s head nestled against his shoulder; his arm was draped around Dean’s waist. Cas’s jaw was slack, and he was drooling onto Dean’s chest.
Cas apparently liked to cuddle.
This all might have been new to Cas, but Dean was also entering uncharted territory. He didn’t normally cuddle, or stay in a bed much longer than it took to get-off. He sure as hell didn’t bring them home with him.
He watched Cas burrow deeper against him, his face content, his toes brushing against Dean’s ankles.
Nope.
Dean had no idea where things went from here, but he was willing to find out. He just hoped he didn’t screw this up - things were going to be rough for them. Living in secret, always having to look before they touched, and having to pretend they were only friends, only colleagues in front of everyone.
Cas’s arm tightened around him.
He let go of his worries for the moment, and kissed Cas’s forehead. Dean was in awe seeing him this way.
So open, vulnerable, and naked.
He could get used to this.
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, and he stared blearily up at Dean, as he wiped a small amount of drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
Cas blinked, seemed to be momentarily confused as he glanced around, then he smiled. “Good morning.”
Dean leaned in, morning breath and all, and tenderly nibbled on Cas’s mouth.
Cas melted into him, and groaned happily as Dean pulled him on top of him, loving how Cas fit over him perfectly, their hips slotting together.
They languidly made-out at first, then Cas decided to grind his hips into Dean, and Dean moaned, and his libido went into overdrive.
Damn, could he get used to this.
Cas was more aggressive this time, his mouth demanding, as he slid his body up and down, his already hard cock rubbing against Dean’s.
Very fast leaner.
It was time to teach him something new.
Dean guided Cas off him, and onto his side.
Cas let him, even though he made a small sound of protest, as contact was lost.
Dean chuckled. “You’re so hot, when you’re horny,” he murmured.
He could feel Cas glaring, he just smiled, using their pre-cum to lube them up. He ran his hand slowly up Cas’s shaft, watching Cas’s glare fall away, and his expression turn to one of bliss. He cupped his balls, and Cas’s eyes widened, then he exhaled, shuddering.
Dean had found a new place that no one else had touched.
He smiled, grasped both of their cocks, and began jerking them off in unison.
Cas moaned, and Dean felt his fingers gripping tightly to Dean’s shoulders
Dean loved this, the friction, the heat building between them, the pure pleasure of having Cas’s sex pressed up against his.
Cas’s hand soon joined in, surprising Dean, and making him groan.
They laid there touching each other, kissing desperately as they panted into each other’s mouths.
Cas was whimpering his name again, it made Dean insane, as he pumped harder, faster.
Cas was shaking, so was Dean.
Dean climaxed first, groaning, and gasping. He kept touching Cas even as he spilled into their hands. Cas came seconds later; his mouth devoured Dean’s with demanding licks as he rode out his orgasm.
By the force, Cas was so hot.
They laid there, breathing, their foreheads touching for several long moments.
“I say we take a day off,” Dean murmured.
Cas shifted, and rested his head on his hand. “What’s that?” Cas asked in mock confusion.
Dean wrapped a leg around Cas. “Apparently it’s when you don’t do anything but relax. No temple, no missions, no near-death experiences.”
Cas traced his index finger over Dean’s mouth. “That could be interesting.” He sat up, smiling down at Dean. “And it just so happens I had nothing on the agenda today.”
Dean hadn’t thought it would be this easy. “Really.”
Cas nodded. “Anna is studying a text I gave her on the ancient Jedi, and the Council hasn’t assigned me any official tasks.”
Dean grinned. An entire day, alone with Cas.
He would worry about crap later, today, it wasn’t allowed.
“So, Cas.” He looked down at their sticky chests; they had made quite a mess. “Can I interest you in a shower?”
*****
Dean loved the feel of the water washing down his back; but he loved Cas’s hands digging into his scalp even more. Cas laughed, as Dean practically purred while the other man massaged the shampoo into his hair.
“Apparently, you approve,” Cas murmured.
“You have magical hands, Master Castiel.” Dean groaned, as his hands slid lower and worked at Dean’s neck muscles, and then his shoulders.
Cas laughed again. It was a beautiful sound. He’d never heard the Jedi so at ease, so happy. Cas’s smile was rarely more than a glimmer, always small, and fleeting. And straight-up, laughing, well, that was pretty new.
Dean found himself joining in - his lover’s laughter was infectious.
Dean dipped his head back into the stream of water and rinsed away the soap. He felt warm arms snake around his waist from the front as he did, enveloping him.
Dean wiped water from his eyes, and kissed Cas gently on the lips, as he held him back.
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said, a gentle, yet intense gleam in his blue orbs.
Dean shrugged. “For what? Cleaning up the mess I made on your chest.” He smacked Cas’s ass gently, and didn’t miss the knowing lilt of Cas’s lips as they both remembered the last time he’d hit him on the ass. It hadn’t been nearly so intimate, or gentle, but it had been the start of something.
At least it had for Dean.
It had been the day he’d realized Cas was hiding so much of himself. He’d seen it on his face, lurking behind his mask.
Cas touched Dean’s face briefly, his expression turning serious, with a trace of anxiety. "When I came back to the temple; after a few minutes of attempting conversation with me a lot of the other Jedi either avoided me altogether, or kept their distance.”
Dean swallowed; he hadn’t been aware of that. He felt a spark of annoyance towards them - Cas had been a bit odd sure, but that was just…unsettling.
“I know I was…different. Coming back after…it was hard” Cas licked his lips nervously, his muscles tensing. “I made them uncomfortable. A few in the council knew of my past, they were kind. Especially Ellen,” Cas whispered. “She was the one that suggested Anna to me. She thought it would help me re-acclimate, and she thought we’d make a good match.”
Dean knew Ellen had known more that she’d told him - something in the tone of her voice, in her eyes when she’d spoken of his mission.
Dean pulled him closer.
“But you, you didn’t care that I was…damaged.”
Dean jolted. “I never saw you as damaged, Cas.”
“But I was,” he whispered, insecurity shining through again, as if he was afraid what he was about to say would have Dean running in the other direction.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Cas inhaled sharply, and Dean waited.
“It’s not easy for me to,” Cas closed his eyes, and swallowed, his expression both fearful and determined. “I was captured by the man I’d been tracking for months. I made a mistake; fell into a trap he‘d laid for me. ” His eyes stayed closed as he spoke. “He was a powerful force-sensitive that had received no official training that the council was aware of, but he’d learned enough on his own. He’d gotten a taste for the dark side, and he’d never looked back. He used his talents to torture and murder innocent civilians just for the fun of it.”
Dean cringed inside. Dean hadn’t personally run into any who fit that description himself, but he’d heard of it happening.
Dean stayed still, he said nothing, he was barely breathing, afraid any movement might scare Cas off.
“He had me for close to six months,” Cas’s voice hitched, then he took a deep breath, and his tone was more normal again. “He tortured others in front of me, to show me how helpless I was to stop him…he hurt children.” His breathing became more labored, and he took five, deep breaths before speaking again. “After I managed to escape - I needed time alone to,” he paused, seemed to struggle to find the right word, “to process…to heal.”
Dean couldn’t speak, his brain was full of images of Cas being beaten, and tormented. Of kids younger than Anna being abused and slaughtered in front of him.
Force.
Dean began rubbing circles into his lover’s back.
“It was almost a year before I felt ready to come back to the order.”
Dean had a lump the size of a cruiser in his throat. “Where did you go?”
“An isolated planet in the outer rim, a monastery there. Small population, I was pretty much left alone to meditate - to be able to learn to sleep through the night without…” a pause, a shaky breath, “seeing his face, seeing his victims faces.”
Dean didn’t know what to say. He was afraid anything he said would come off wrong.
But he needed to say something.
Cas beat him to it.
“Are you ready to run away screaming from the traumatized Jedi Master yet?” Cas tried to keep his voice light, but Dean could see his fear, his worry that Dean would decide he should just cut his losses, and bolt.
“Like you‘re going to get rid of me that easily.” Dean growled before kissing Cas deeply, his hands skimming up and down Cas’s back.
He pulled back, but kept his arms around Cas, encircling him.
Cas blinked, his bright, surprised eyes, before he smiled. He seemed lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.
Dean couldn’t stop the anger from slipping into his tone toward the man who had stolen so much from Cas, as he carefully asked. “Did you get him?”
Cas didn’t seem bothered by the question. He nodded once fiercely. “He’s locked away for life.”
“Good.”
*****
The rest of the day was made up of much lighter topics.
A shared meal in the diner, where Dean managed to behave himself, and kept the inappropriate touching to a minimal.
Then they took a hover car to an empty meadow that Dean hadn’t been aware existed until today.
Cas would know of one of the only spots on Coruscant where you could be at one with nature.
They sat under a tree, far away from prying eyes, and watched the sun set.
Dean would have teased Cas about how lame this was, and how they were losing their man-points just by being here - but the gentle smile, the sigh of contentment, and the way Cas was resting his head on Dean’s shoulder were enough to make him reconsider.
Seeing Cas like this, knowing how much he had suffered, knowing how he’d had to struggle to find that peace Dean had always assumed had come naturally to him, was a beautiful thing.
As Cas watched the sun descend, Dean watched the Jedi Master’s face, and realized Cas wasn’t the only one who was at peace.
Maybe they could make this work.
A/N: I wanted to get this fic posted before I start my insane work week - lots of hours. I may not be able to get the next fic in the verse up until friday or saturday, but I promise I'll try to post it sooner. Just depends on how much free time I get.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved; how else will I know if anyone is enjoying this series :)
Title: A Day Off
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: references to torture, and mentions of violence against children
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Dean and Cas spend the day together, and Cas opens up further with his fellow Jedi Knight about his past.
Word Count: 1,939
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean woke up with something warm curled around him, and his arm was numb. A gentle weight prevented him from moving it.
He opened his eyes, and blinked as the sun’s rays snuck in through his curtains.
He turned his head, and found Cas’s head nestled against his shoulder; his arm was draped around Dean’s waist. Cas’s jaw was slack, and he was drooling onto Dean’s chest.
Cas apparently liked to cuddle.
This all might have been new to Cas, but Dean was also entering uncharted territory. He didn’t normally cuddle, or stay in a bed much longer than it took to get-off. He sure as hell didn’t bring them home with him.
He watched Cas burrow deeper against him, his face content, his toes brushing against Dean’s ankles.
Nope.
Dean had no idea where things went from here, but he was willing to find out. He just hoped he didn’t screw this up - things were going to be rough for them. Living in secret, always having to look before they touched, and having to pretend they were only friends, only colleagues in front of everyone.
Cas’s arm tightened around him.
He let go of his worries for the moment, and kissed Cas’s forehead. Dean was in awe seeing him this way.
So open, vulnerable, and naked.
He could get used to this.
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, and he stared blearily up at Dean, as he wiped a small amount of drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
Cas blinked, seemed to be momentarily confused as he glanced around, then he smiled. “Good morning.”
Dean leaned in, morning breath and all, and tenderly nibbled on Cas’s mouth.
Cas melted into him, and groaned happily as Dean pulled him on top of him, loving how Cas fit over him perfectly, their hips slotting together.
They languidly made-out at first, then Cas decided to grind his hips into Dean, and Dean moaned, and his libido went into overdrive.
Damn, could he get used to this.
Cas was more aggressive this time, his mouth demanding, as he slid his body up and down, his already hard cock rubbing against Dean’s.
Very fast leaner.
It was time to teach him something new.
Dean guided Cas off him, and onto his side.
Cas let him, even though he made a small sound of protest, as contact was lost.
Dean chuckled. “You’re so hot, when you’re horny,” he murmured.
He could feel Cas glaring, he just smiled, using their pre-cum to lube them up. He ran his hand slowly up Cas’s shaft, watching Cas’s glare fall away, and his expression turn to one of bliss. He cupped his balls, and Cas’s eyes widened, then he exhaled, shuddering.
Dean had found a new place that no one else had touched.
He smiled, grasped both of their cocks, and began jerking them off in unison.
Cas moaned, and Dean felt his fingers gripping tightly to Dean’s shoulders
Dean loved this, the friction, the heat building between them, the pure pleasure of having Cas’s sex pressed up against his.
Cas’s hand soon joined in, surprising Dean, and making him groan.
They laid there touching each other, kissing desperately as they panted into each other’s mouths.
Cas was whimpering his name again, it made Dean insane, as he pumped harder, faster.
Cas was shaking, so was Dean.
Dean climaxed first, groaning, and gasping. He kept touching Cas even as he spilled into their hands. Cas came seconds later; his mouth devoured Dean’s with demanding licks as he rode out his orgasm.
By the force, Cas was so hot.
They laid there, breathing, their foreheads touching for several long moments.
“I say we take a day off,” Dean murmured.
Cas shifted, and rested his head on his hand. “What’s that?” Cas asked in mock confusion.
Dean wrapped a leg around Cas. “Apparently it’s when you don’t do anything but relax. No temple, no missions, no near-death experiences.”
Cas traced his index finger over Dean’s mouth. “That could be interesting.” He sat up, smiling down at Dean. “And it just so happens I had nothing on the agenda today.”
Dean hadn’t thought it would be this easy. “Really.”
Cas nodded. “Anna is studying a text I gave her on the ancient Jedi, and the Council hasn’t assigned me any official tasks.”
Dean grinned. An entire day, alone with Cas.
He would worry about crap later, today, it wasn’t allowed.
“So, Cas.” He looked down at their sticky chests; they had made quite a mess. “Can I interest you in a shower?”
*****
Dean loved the feel of the water washing down his back; but he loved Cas’s hands digging into his scalp even more. Cas laughed, as Dean practically purred while the other man massaged the shampoo into his hair.
“Apparently, you approve,” Cas murmured.
“You have magical hands, Master Castiel.” Dean groaned, as his hands slid lower and worked at Dean’s neck muscles, and then his shoulders.
Cas laughed again. It was a beautiful sound. He’d never heard the Jedi so at ease, so happy. Cas’s smile was rarely more than a glimmer, always small, and fleeting. And straight-up, laughing, well, that was pretty new.
Dean found himself joining in - his lover’s laughter was infectious.
Dean dipped his head back into the stream of water and rinsed away the soap. He felt warm arms snake around his waist from the front as he did, enveloping him.
Dean wiped water from his eyes, and kissed Cas gently on the lips, as he held him back.
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said, a gentle, yet intense gleam in his blue orbs.
Dean shrugged. “For what? Cleaning up the mess I made on your chest.” He smacked Cas’s ass gently, and didn’t miss the knowing lilt of Cas’s lips as they both remembered the last time he’d hit him on the ass. It hadn’t been nearly so intimate, or gentle, but it had been the start of something.
At least it had for Dean.
It had been the day he’d realized Cas was hiding so much of himself. He’d seen it on his face, lurking behind his mask.
Cas touched Dean’s face briefly, his expression turning serious, with a trace of anxiety. "When I came back to the temple; after a few minutes of attempting conversation with me a lot of the other Jedi either avoided me altogether, or kept their distance.”
Dean swallowed; he hadn’t been aware of that. He felt a spark of annoyance towards them - Cas had been a bit odd sure, but that was just…unsettling.
“I know I was…different. Coming back after…it was hard” Cas licked his lips nervously, his muscles tensing. “I made them uncomfortable. A few in the council knew of my past, they were kind. Especially Ellen,” Cas whispered. “She was the one that suggested Anna to me. She thought it would help me re-acclimate, and she thought we’d make a good match.”
Dean knew Ellen had known more that she’d told him - something in the tone of her voice, in her eyes when she’d spoken of his mission.
Dean pulled him closer.
“But you, you didn’t care that I was…damaged.”
Dean jolted. “I never saw you as damaged, Cas.”
“But I was,” he whispered, insecurity shining through again, as if he was afraid what he was about to say would have Dean running in the other direction.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Cas inhaled sharply, and Dean waited.
“It’s not easy for me to,” Cas closed his eyes, and swallowed, his expression both fearful and determined. “I was captured by the man I’d been tracking for months. I made a mistake; fell into a trap he‘d laid for me. ” His eyes stayed closed as he spoke. “He was a powerful force-sensitive that had received no official training that the council was aware of, but he’d learned enough on his own. He’d gotten a taste for the dark side, and he’d never looked back. He used his talents to torture and murder innocent civilians just for the fun of it.”
Dean cringed inside. Dean hadn’t personally run into any who fit that description himself, but he’d heard of it happening.
Dean stayed still, he said nothing, he was barely breathing, afraid any movement might scare Cas off.
“He had me for close to six months,” Cas’s voice hitched, then he took a deep breath, and his tone was more normal again. “He tortured others in front of me, to show me how helpless I was to stop him…he hurt children.” His breathing became more labored, and he took five, deep breaths before speaking again. “After I managed to escape - I needed time alone to,” he paused, seemed to struggle to find the right word, “to process…to heal.”
Dean couldn’t speak, his brain was full of images of Cas being beaten, and tormented. Of kids younger than Anna being abused and slaughtered in front of him.
Force.
Dean began rubbing circles into his lover’s back.
“It was almost a year before I felt ready to come back to the order.”
Dean had a lump the size of a cruiser in his throat. “Where did you go?”
“An isolated planet in the outer rim, a monastery there. Small population, I was pretty much left alone to meditate - to be able to learn to sleep through the night without…” a pause, a shaky breath, “seeing his face, seeing his victims faces.”
Dean didn’t know what to say. He was afraid anything he said would come off wrong.
But he needed to say something.
Cas beat him to it.
“Are you ready to run away screaming from the traumatized Jedi Master yet?” Cas tried to keep his voice light, but Dean could see his fear, his worry that Dean would decide he should just cut his losses, and bolt.
“Like you‘re going to get rid of me that easily.” Dean growled before kissing Cas deeply, his hands skimming up and down Cas’s back.
He pulled back, but kept his arms around Cas, encircling him.
Cas blinked, his bright, surprised eyes, before he smiled. He seemed lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.
Dean couldn’t stop the anger from slipping into his tone toward the man who had stolen so much from Cas, as he carefully asked. “Did you get him?”
Cas didn’t seem bothered by the question. He nodded once fiercely. “He’s locked away for life.”
“Good.”
*****
The rest of the day was made up of much lighter topics.
A shared meal in the diner, where Dean managed to behave himself, and kept the inappropriate touching to a minimal.
Then they took a hover car to an empty meadow that Dean hadn’t been aware existed until today.
Cas would know of one of the only spots on Coruscant where you could be at one with nature.
They sat under a tree, far away from prying eyes, and watched the sun set.
Dean would have teased Cas about how lame this was, and how they were losing their man-points just by being here - but the gentle smile, the sigh of contentment, and the way Cas was resting his head on Dean’s shoulder were enough to make him reconsider.
Seeing Cas like this, knowing how much he had suffered, knowing how he’d had to struggle to find that peace Dean had always assumed had come naturally to him, was a beautiful thing.
As Cas watched the sun descend, Dean watched the Jedi Master’s face, and realized Cas wasn’t the only one who was at peace.
Maybe they could make this work.
A/N: I wanted to get this fic posted before I start my insane work week - lots of hours. I may not be able to get the next fic in the verse up until friday or saturday, but I promise I'll try to post it sooner. Just depends on how much free time I get.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved; how else will I know if anyone is enjoying this series :)