Unfettered (Dean/Castiel)
Title: Unfettered
Author:
phantom_puppet
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 7400
Spoilers: Slight season 5/6 Spoiler
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. That's why I can make them do the dirty things they do. All errors are my own.
Warnings: bondage, oral, fingering, rimming, raw/bareback anal
Summary: Castiel sees a unique opportunity and decides to take it. Written for a prompt by improbability32
Here's what I've been craving: Dean/Cas, a very intense and amazingly written blowjob, and bondage. Other kinks (spanking, rimming, etc) are more than welcome to join the fun. I have no plot for you, and I don't need one.
For a little something extra, I created a playlist of the music I had in my head while writing this. Please listen while reading for a full Supernatural experience: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD40ED222EEF9D66C
Castiel opened the storage room door and paused, taking in the sight of a very naked Dean Winchester laying bound and gagged face down before him on the cold stone floor.
"Sam said you came to the bar for some fun, but we thought there might trouble. Are you in trouble Dean, or am I interrupting your fun?"
Dean let out a muffled oath from behind his ball-gag.
"I'm sorry, Dean, I wasn't aware you were unable to speak," Cas said gravely, as he knelt beside Dean's prone form, reaching for the contraption in his mouth. "Is that what this little red ball is for?"
The elder Winchester spat as the Angel removed the gag from his mouth.
It's gonna take a lot more than beer to get the taste of that nasty ass rubber outta my mouth, he thought.
"No, Cas," he growled, "I ain't really having fun right now. Last I remember I'm doing shots with Little Miss Tits McGee from behind the bar and then I wake up with my ass wrapped up like a freaking Christmas present. And I'm naked! What the hell?"
"It could be you have a way with women," Castiel smarted. "But its more likely the succubus posing as the local barwench here couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck the infamous Dean Winchester to death, as your brother so eloquently put it."
"Fuck me to - God damn it, Cas! And like some bondage barbie bitch, too? Damn, can't a guy get any play without some supernatural hussy trying to get in my pants?"
Castiel paused a moment to reflect.
"It appears not."
Dean sighed, "Well, since you're standing here staring at my naked ass as opposed to that soul sucking harpy, it's okay to assume she's dead, right?"
"Yes, I dispatched her most swiftly."
"Well then, pixy dust, ya mind untying me now? The floor is cold and I'm kind of squishing my boys here," he smirked.
Castiel just looked at him. Continues to look at me, Dean thought, seeing as he hasn't stopped staring at me with those unnerving eyes of his since he opened the damn door.
He gulped.
"Cas?"
Castiel waited a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the black cord that held Dean tight, causing the man to shiver.
"Did you really mean what you said about wanting intercourse with someone other than a supernatural hussy?"
Dean swallowed again, this time his throat feeling like sandpaper. His arms and legs began to throb and his vision blurred a little. "Cas, can we have this conversation later? Now isn't exactly - "
"And what if I were the supernatural hussy?"
Did I just hear what I thought I just heard? he asked himself, taken aback.
Castiel reached forward and grazed his fingertips lightly across Dean's jaw, feeling the two day old stubble there, wishing it were pressed against his skin.
"Supernatural doesn't have to be bad, Dean. John Winchester saying so does not set something in stone."
He hesitated a moment, then leaned in closer to Dean's face, placing a feather soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"I can show you different," the Angel of the Lord exhaled.
Dean paled. Though even the thought of being kissed by another man went against his entire nature, he found himself struggling to suppress the surprise swell of heat in his groin caused by that other thought. The one where he wondered what it would like to be fucked by an Angel.
To be fucked by Cas.
Slowly the seraphim sat, cross-legged on the ground in front of him, his gaze never leaving the Hunter's face though he was splayed in such an obscenely erotic manner. Flat on his stomach, his wrists were bound to feet behind his lean, sinewy back. A load bearing hitch connected and ran the ropes up between his thighs, and another around his waist, along his back, up to his throat. There it attached to a happy little leather collar wrapped slightly too tight about his thick neck. This prevented him from lowering his feet, unless he wanted the line snapping tight and tugging on his windpipe just enough to make his world a little fuzzy.
And to make life a brand new level of uncomfortable, Dean's ever-growing erection was trapped in what he already thought of as the Cock Ring of Doom.
Castiel sighed.
"Step out of your Father's shadow, Dean. Do what you taught me is right. I can make it wonderful for you. Let me help you with your baggage. I will rid you of your bondage, if only you allow me."
Dean remained silent as his mind tried to rationalize a seemingly incomprehensible situation while simultaneously attempting to will his woody away. Seriously, dude! he thought. Get it together. You're a freakin' Hunter! You've dealt with weirder shit... kind of.
That was when the Angel dropped his gaze away, almost as if he were ashamed.
"Please let me..."
"Cas? Dammit... Cas, why?" he started as he gathered the courage and his senses long enough to ask.
Castiel's blue eyes flashed, hitting Dean again with that same unnerving stare.
"Do you truly not know, Dean Matthew Winchester? I was the one who pulled you out of hell, but it was you who chose to rush headstrong back into a battle that will likely put you back where you began. For the ones you cherish, yes, but also for others who remain unaware of your existence. And it is done with no regard to yourself."
"I-"
"Shh," Castiel breathed, tilting Dean's bound frame to a position that better allowed him to see his face. "In that way, you are a hero. And even heroes need to be loved, Dean."
Dean swallowed hard, not quite sure whether it was the collar or the clarity of those words that caused his hard hazel eyes to tear up.
Castiel's face hovered before him, his lips a whisper away from the man's own, trembling in anticipation.
"And fucked."
Whatever reason Dean might have had left consequently wound up out the window, replaced by a craving he never knew he needed to fill. He did his best to throw himself into Castiel's lips, achieving success in little time. The Angel's hot, wet tongue quickly invaded his mouth and he moaned, reeling from the welcome invasion. In one blindingly fast motion, Cas scooped Dean from the floor, repositioning his restrained Romeo into his lap as best he was able.
Dean deepened the kiss as Cas ran his fingers through the short brown hair rather possessively, and he found himself whimpering as the Angel caught his lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. He could barely breathe, unable to remember if he'd ever been kissed so thoroughly. Were he standing, he was certain his knees would have buckled.
Woah. I mean... wow.
He kind of felt like a walking kink meme, beyond that, he felt as if Castiel had opened him up to the world and set him alight. And a little part of him was thrilled about it, kind of like when he tried on Rhonda Hurley's panties back in the day. Castiel's lips were soft, yet demanding, the touch of a careful but passionate lover. They slowly, methodically trailed their way across Dean's neck, his collarbone, kissing and licking and nipping further down his body. Cas ran his hands across as much warm skin as he could manage, burning to touch perfection only enhanced by the scars of a very lonely battle.
The Angel ached to caress each stab wound, to kiss each bullet hole, to lap at every burn, to turn past pains into pleasure. He settled himself with running his hands down the Winchesters arms and chest greedily, hop-skipping over muscle and rope, teasingly tickling his way down Dean's treasure trail. Without hesitation, Dean mewled, as his body betrayed him and begged for more. Castiel obligingly responded by latching onto a nipple with the barest contact of his lips, lapping at it with his tongue like a kitten and rolling the sensitive nub in his teeth.
"Oh, geez, Cas."
Dean writhed, undulating under Castiel's careful consideration. Cas raised his head, his hand stilling above Dean's trembling erection, as that had been where he was intent upon putting it next.
"Yes?" he questioned, a slight furrow across his brow. He wondered if he was doing something wrong. This is certainly how it looked when I saw the Romans do it.
"Stop. Don't... God, Cas, don't stop."
A wicked grin crept across the Angel's face as he did exactly that. The gleam in his eye warned Dean he was in for trouble, and Castiel chuckled while Dean squirmed.
"I know you must be sick of hearing this, but is that a yes? Are you saying yes to letting me inside of you?"
Well, Dean mused, when you put it that way...
"Cas, I'm tied up tighter than a psycho in a straightjacket. You could do whatever you wanted to my sorry ass and I couldn't do a damn thing about it," he puffed in a spout of bravado.
"That is not an answer, Dean," Castiel said, laying him on the ground face up, hands and legs still bound not quite comfortably behind him. The Angel slowly, seductively stretched out on top of him, pressing lips into lips with a quick, hard, passionate kiss. "Do you want me to stop doing that?"
Dean gulped.
Eyes locked together, Castiel finally allowed himself to touch Dean's aching manhood, his rough fingers ghosting over stretched, burning skin until he reached the testicles, where he gave a light squeeze.
"Or this?"
Dean hissed in response, trembling with desire, with the feeling of being able to do nothing. Even if he were not bound, the Hunter realized, finally being honest with himself, he was already too far gone under Cas's spell, and had been for some time.
Castiel lowered his face, resting it on his captive's thigh and looked at his restrained cock. He raised his head a moment and Dean's breath caught in his throat. Very carefully, Cas placed a soft kiss at the tip. His tongue flickered out at the taste of precum, and though he wasn't sure of its name, found its taste quite pleasant. He lowered himself again, this time to the very base, sticking his tongue out flat and dragging it north. He paused at the top and popped the crown of Dean's cock in his mouth, swirling and sucking for a short while.
Dean twitched, biting his lip and tasting blood.
Fuck.
"Would you like me to stop doing that as well?" Castiel asked innocently. "It was quite nice and I was rather intrigued to see what would have happened next, but as I have said, it is your choice."
Dean thought for a second that felt like eternity.
He pictured saying no. He saw Castiel bluster and apologize, taking time to carefully untie him and hand him his clothes. He envisioned himself limping to the Impala so he could hit the first liquor store he saw, cause there was no way in hell he was staying sober after walking away from this. If Sammy was still up, he figured he'd wind up back in the crummy hotel room and drink himself stupid until his brother passed out from laughing at him too hard. After that he saw himself in the shower, where he would rub his dick raw. But he figured, no matter what he did, it was going to be thoughts of Castiel's mouth on his cock he was going to be yanking it to tonight. Whether he liked it or not.
"Suck, me, fuck me, but baby, don't chuck me," he smirked.
Cas smiled a genuine smile, dirty thoughts tumbling about in his head.
"Yes. You would like that wouldn't you?"
The question hung in the air unanswered until Dean groaned.
"Okay, Cas. Jesus Christ. If you really need to hear me say it, fine. Yes. Now if you don't get over here and put your mouth back on my dick, I'm gonna hit you so hard you think you're a child of Wednesday."
Castiel continued to grin and leaped forward, his hand pushing down on the hot skin of Dean's chest. He placed a quick kiss on pliant lips and said no.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Angel?"
"No. You did not just agree to a quick fuck," Castiel growled, "in the storage room of the local bar in the town you just happen to be hunting in this week. You agreed to allow me to rid you of your bondage."
Dean wriggled, new hope rising in his chest. It was a totally different game if he was able to move.
"So... the ropes?"
Cas chuckled.
"We begin with your tenacity." he replied, wrapping his hand around the cock ring enveloping Dean's throbbing flesh. "And I am fairly certain this is going to help. How long can you be patient for, Dean?"
Dean seethed. Patience my ass. His balls already felt as if they were going to explode. Suddenly he found it more than a little unfair that the Angel was fully clothed.
Castiel slowly stroked Dean with one hand, loosening the tie around his neck own with the other. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and the Hunter found himself staring at the newly exposed skin. Cas pressed himself further into Dean, thigh to thigh, grinding erection into erection as he fondled his flesh.
He tried his hardest not to buck, but the Winchester knew it was a failing effort. He threw his head back, feeling the beginnings of burning throes of passion and the line immediately tightened and pulled on his windpipe, giving Castiel the opportunity to place a savage bite at his throat. Dean cried out, cock twitching, back arching, gasping for thin, reedy air.
"Cas..."
"Say my name, Dean," he moaned. "You always call me Cas. I want you to say my name."
"Castiel..." Dean panted.
The Angel beamed.
"Whatever do you wish?"
"If you don't put my cock back in your mouth right now, I'm gonna beat you so bad you forget you're even an Angel."
Castiel just looked at him.
"Please?"
The Angel chuckled, his hand slipping down to cup Dean's balls.
"While I am impressed by your new-found ability to ask nicely for something, Dean, I am still going to have to refuse."
The man who thought of himself currently as Bondage!Barbie groaned, and was surprised when he felt warm lips brush against his scrotum. Placing soft kisses against his sack, Castiel began to run his fingers along Dean's length and Dean moaned when the Angel's digits found their way past the expanse of flesh between his asshole and balls.
Cas grinned a wicked grin.
"I did not say I would not use my mouth at all, but until I get an answer to my question, I will not be using it in the way you would like. Now once again, Dean, how long can you be patient?"
Dean groaned again, the feel of Castiel's long, slender fingers as they circled his hot, puckered opening driving him a kind of crazy he didn't know he could achieve. But he was stubborn, he was John Winchesters boy.
He could hold out.
Castiel dipped his head again, fitting nicely between the bound man's legs. It really was a shame I had to kill the succubus before getting the chance to thank her for binding her victim in such a considerate way. He removed his fingers and Dean instantly longed for the sensation. He was about to protest when, almost excruciatingly slowly, the Angel dragged his tongue across the salty pink flesh. Cas swiped his tongue across the slot again, this time slipping the muscle into Dean's center.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Dean snarled, grinding his teeth.
His hands held tight on sharp hips as they bucked, and then once again, Castiel pulled away.
"That is the second time you have used the Lord's name in vain. I find it displeasing that you are far more willing to spout an oath against my father in sin than you are willing to be honest with me... when I have given everything for you. Perhaps I should stop."
Dean paused, the weight of those words upon him. Reeling, he trembled in his binds, in his mind.
Yeah, he was John's boy, and yeah, he could hold out. But what was he holding out for?
He'd been doing it so long, he wasn't really sure anymore. But, if he was looking for someone to honestly share himself with, wasn't this kinda it? Wasn't Cas the one who pulled him back and put him together again, shaping him with his Grace? Wasn't he the one who not only saw Dean at his worst times, but accepted them and fit inside those moments like he belonged there? Hadn't he been the one to turn his back on his very nature, all because he believed in Dean? And wasn't he the one making his blood pound, his skin tingle, his body burn?
"Cas... dammit! Cas! What do you want from me?"
Castiel stared, crawling back up Dean's body, pinning him down uncomfortably on his roped hands.
"I want you to be honest with me."
Dean gulped.
"Okay."
"How patient can you be, Dean?"
Dean felt himself crack. He wasn't good at this. At the best of times, he drank himself stupid and used the empties to bottle up his feelings until Sammy got frustrated with it and threatened to run away like a little bitch. But Cas already knew these things. He just wanted Dean to say it. He sighed and stretched a little, not quite enough to affect his breathing, stealthily trying to make contact with the body atop his.
"Not very long. Never have been good at it. And right fucking now, not at all," he panted, "because I need you to be swallowing my cock."
This pleased Castiel immensely. He reached behind the Hunter's head and pulled his body close, nibbling on his lower lip before slipping his tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately, almost as if he were attempting to suck out the man's very soul.
"You do, do you? How badly do you need it?"
"Honestly? Never needed anything more. Now quit with the twenty fuckin' ques-"
At that he lost his speech, his back arching, pulling the rope tight against his collar, cutting off his air supply. A single thought fluttered through his mind as he struggled to breathe.
So this is what it feels to have my dick tickling the back of an Angel's throat.
Castiel wasted no time engulfing the velvety meat in his mouth. He had planned on teasing Dean a little longer, but hadn't factored in his propensity for being so stubborn. And sexy, all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He would go back to taking his time in a moment; first he had to deal with the overbearing intrigue of what taking the long, hard dick deep in his mouth would feel like. He sucked long and slow, and when it finally came free from between his lips, he heard Dean cry in frustration. On a whim, he blew softly up the length and watched as the man shuddered.
He liked that every little thing he did produced a different reaction. He placed another kiss at the tip of Dean's cock, now taking the time to mentally catalog his prisoners reception to his movements and again, the man twitched. When Cas slowly licked his way up his shaft inquisitively, Dean whimpered. He let his tongue linger, lazily lapping and suckling around the head of his companions cock. Dean bit his lower lip and cried out when he again, suddenly found himself pretty much balls deep in Angel.
"Cas," he hissed through closed teeth, dying to thrust his hands through his friends hair and fuck his throat raw.
"Hmm?" the Angel inquired, muffled by a mouthful of wonderful, moving slowly at first and then faster as he slid Dean in and out of his throat. He repositioned himself, turning his back towards Dean's face for a better angle.
Of course the best deep-throat I've ever had, I'm getting from an Angel. God, I wish I could see this, he muttered under his breath. He attempted to gain a visual and again, the trusty line snapped tight, completely cutting off his air supply.
It was a sight to behold, and totally worth it; Castiel, on his knees, tongue licking and lapping and sucking and swirling, using one hand to hold Dean's hips down while the other guided his pulsing cock past swollen red lips. He teased Dean, going slow, slower, so fucking slow Dean thought he was going to lose his mind. He sucked his way down the length of Dean's lumber, hastily and lackadaisically, pulling indescribable sensations from him as he sporadically nibbled and nipped and licked. Dean lay his head back down on the ground in attempt to recapture his breath, happy with the image seared into his mind. He could now happily live knowing he would always have the vision of Castiel doing amazingly dirty things with his mouth. For his part, the Angel continued contently, creatively coming up with all sorts of new way to torture Dean with his tongue. Slurping his way back down to the base, with his nose mashed against the man's testicles and his dick as far down his throat at it could go, Castiel swallowed.
And then he did it again.
And again.
Dean thrashed wildly and Castiel had to dig his fingers into his hips to hold him down, rocking with the motions, so intent was he on maintaining his mouth-hold.
"Cas... oh, Cas. Oh, God, Cas," he seethed. "Cas, please? Please, Cas. Pleeeease?"
In response, the Angel pulled himself up and locked their lips together; mouths hungry, needy.
"Please, Castiel?" the Winchester whimpered.
"Wasn't so hard, was it, Dean?" Cas tittered.
Dean replied to the negative, and Castiel moved back to the man's lower half and buried his face between his ass cheeks. He let his tongue flicker, tasting the subtle flavor of his lovers flesh, pushing the muscle deeper into Dean's very core with every lick until he had split him open entirely with his tongue. Dean had never felt like this before. He was on fire, his body taut and tight. He bit back a moan as he found himself impaled on what, for thousands of years, had been used primarily to speak the word of the Lord Almighty. Castiel's mouth was wet, his tongue hot as he encircled the ring of flesh, sporadically dipping his tongue as far as he could into the virgin ass. Dean trembled with desire. As he began to shake, making soft, kittenish sounds, Castiel looked at him and saw he was on the brink of tears.
"Cas," he breathed. " I need - Castiel..."
Cas smirked.
"Please?"
"Are you sure?" Castiel inquired, voice husky.
If there was one quality Dean possessed, it was persistence. Once he set his mind to something, he would do absolutely anything necessary to achieve that goal. And right now the only thing holding him back was Castiel's goddamn morals. So he would have to placate the Angel any way he could.
His head throbbed, and it wasn't the only part of him doing so.
After all, it's not like this was my suggestion...
Wait.
It hadn't been his suggestion. Not in the 'Hey, look at me all conveniently tied up and sexy' way, but maybe... How much, he thought, looking back, did I miss? As Cas waited patiently for an answer, heart in throat, Dean's senses were flooded with sensations of the Angel's devotion, barraged by sounds and smells and images from recent past.
A flash of trench-coat, the taste of blood, smell of mud.
"I gave up everything FOR YOU! And this is HOW YOU REPAY ME?"
It had felt as if his heart had been ripped out his sphincter.
The faint reek of gin mixed with public transportation.
"I found a liquor store."
"And?"
"I drank it."
A whiff of dust in the same lame-ass kind of motel as always, Castiel on the couch watching porn.
Samuel's confusion, asking, "Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch pornos with Angels?"
And how Cas, thoroughly admonished, looked at Dean quite forlorn, and replied "We're not supposed to talk about it."
God, how could I not know?
The smell of the wind, electrified, as he stared at Castiel for the very first time. Awestruck as never before, he gaped at the shadowy silhouette of wings.
He had wanted to weep.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."
How many times since learning that the Angel currently inhabiting the body of Jimmy Novak had picked up the pieces that were Dean Winchester and crazy glued them back together again had he taken any of it into consideration?
Like a bucket of water to the face, it hit him. How many times had he taken Castiel for granted? Demanded he step outside his bounds and threw a bitch fit if he was unable? How many times did he simply just expect Cas to be there at his very beck and call?
"Do you think the armies of heaven have nothing better to do than follow you around?"
No, of course not, but-
"I need you to take me to Sam."
"Why?"
"There's something I want to talk to him about."
"What's that?"
"The B.M. I took this morning. What's it to you? Make it snappy."
He had been such a jackass treating Cas like he were a genie in a bottle. Damn, wasn't respect one of the first things Dad taught me? Aren't I supposed to be smarter than this?
He had watched as the Angel had fallen from grace. Done nothing as this perfect creature had torn himself away from everything he'd ever known, risking his very existence in the process. All because he so very obviously loved Dean.
Who knew the fangirls were right?
Well, not about the Sammy thing...
"Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't going to mention it."
Aha! There it is!
Castiel, the ever-giving provider, sparing the feelings of who exactly?
And for what reason?
How would Dean have reacted had Castiel made his intentions known back then? How it must be killing him, an Angel in uncharted territory, incredibly uncertain of what lie ahead, terrified of reading the wrong signals.
It hadn't been his suggestion.
The Hunter snapped back to reality, all at once becoming hyper-aware of his surroundings; the dust on the floor, the ropes cutting into his flesh, the sweat beading on the Angel's brow as he nervously waited for Dean to figure it all out.
He needed to let Cas inside...
Mouth dry, he gulped. Dean's head throbbed almost as hard as his erection.
He looked at Castiel.
"Cas, I'm an asshole. I've been taking you for granted and tossing you away like ass wipe for a while now. You deserve better. But for some reason I really don't understand, you'd rather have me."
"Yes, Dean. That is true, howev-"
"Shut it, Cas. I'm trying to tell you that I love you..."
Dean spoke that last word in almost a whisper and paused, soaking in the silence.
That wasn't what he had meant to say; he wasn't even sure he knew it was true until it had popped out of his mouth, but with it hanging in the air, he knew it would have to be acknowledged. Mostly because he really meant it.
"Fuck! Castiel... just - fuck!" he stuttered, not noticing the small twitch of Castiel's eyebrow on an otherwise emotionless face.
He wanted to believe Dean. Even more than wanting to find his ever-absent Father, did Castiel want to take Dean at his word. But until he was sure the man had come to terms with himself, with the past, present and future situations at hand, the Angel forced himself to hold his emotions at bay. It was better this way.
He didn't want things to get messy.
Well, he did. But that would come later.
Dean was an incredibly stubborn man. Certainly one of the most bull-headed individuals Castiel had ever met, perhaps even rivaling Michael himself. You could beat him upside the head with the answer to something, but most times, he needed to find his own way to the solution and until he was able to do so, wouldn't be able to process a single thing regarding that subject.
He just needed time to understand, of his own volition. He needed to grasp everything before Castiel could fully take advantage of a rather advantageous situation.
So the Angel waited while the gears that were Dean's thoughts spun themselves towards the only rational conclusion.
He let out a deep breath and looked his Angel in the eyes.
"Castiel."
"Yes, Dean," he breathed.
"So here's the thing."
"Hmm?"
"I'm supposed to be this big bad Hunter, right? Y'know, beer-swillin', monster-gankin', panty soakin' badass mofo, right? And I got Sammy to worry about too. Have ever since I was a kid. And it was hard enough before he went all Darth Winchester. Cause, well, lack of Dad, mostly. Raising a kid when you still are a kid blows."
He sighed.
"But then Dad came back, just long enough to die on us, and he saddled me with an even bigger responsibility to my dumbass brother. Who just went and got himself killed. So I was left to book an extended stay at the most exclusive resort in hell just so i could save his Sasquatch ass. And he repaid me by sucking and fucking the skankiest demon bitch in the history of ever and released Big Bad Daddy Evil himself."
Castiel waited patiently as Dean continued.
"But somewhere along the way, I got pulled out of the Pit cause some all-powerful jackass decided I wasn't done being a martyr yet. I figured since I got myself a snappy new sidekick and it was still better than being in hell, sure. Why not? At least I get to drink again. And get laid. And make fun of Sammy's craptastic taste in music. But you know what? After hell, none of it feels good anymore - none of it seems to matter."
"You see," he exhaled, attempting to wriggle in ropes he really wished weren't there, "I did some bad shit on that vacation. And that sidekick of mine? Just so happens he's a freakin' Angel. Cause it ain't bad enough that he comes bossing me around, bitching about some plan of God's or whatever, I get to feel like even more of a prick, cause I've got a Messenger of the freakin' Lord on my shoulder, constantly reminding me of how bad I fucked up."
Castiel brushed his hand across Dean's brow.
"You didn't. It was - "
"Stop. Stop and let me finish, Cas, or I won't be able to."
Cas closed his mouth, his tongue reminiscent of sandpaper as he listened. He looked down nervously, aware Dean was reaching conclusions long overdue.
"Okay."
"Okay. So I fucked up," he started again, "and got myself my very own Great Gazoo, in the form of a broody Angel in a trenchcoat. And he comes with some of his other Angel buddies - who, in case you didn't know, are all massive dicks - and they start some seriously weird shit happening, cause that what they think Daddy wants them to do. But coming from someone who was pretty much a daddy's boy - " he admitted painfully, "listening a little too closely is a really bad idea, cause most of the time, you just fuck up the message."
Castiel nodded.
Dean continued, "My Angel figured that out, though. Even though it went against everything he'd ever been taught, even though I treated him like a burden and constantly threatened to boot-fuck select members of his family, my Angel deserted everything because he believed in some dysfunctional punk-ass kid from Lawrence, Kansas more than he believed in his brothers in Heaven."
"Yes, but - "
Dean raised his eyebrow, wanting to finish exposing himself like this and go back to exposing himself in much more entertaining ways. Yet, that was the point, wasn't it? With Castiel, it will never be just fun, never just a game.
"This Angel - who has a serious problem with interrupting, by the way - gave up his goddamn Angelness for me, in fact and I don't know about you, but to me that's a pretty big deal. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it."
Castiel began to smile, perhaps the truest he'd ever smiled before.
"And I kind of hate you for it."
Cas came crashing hard, his face turning ashen as his heart crumbled inside his chest. He stared at Dean, confused, and felt a wave of nausea as he heard the man chuckle.
"Because you make me feel."
Castiel breathed. Do Angels even need to breathe? He couldn't remember.
"Sometimes like a giddy schoolgirl, which, being all rugged and manly - ain't really used to."
It was the Angel's turn to chuckle, and he ran his hands lovingly across Dean's flanks, the first sign of a deeper affection between them.
"It's all kind of hitting me at once, and the first thing I think is that I'm an asshole. Then that you make all the cliche's make sense. Then that I'm sorry. Mostly, I'm sorry."
The smile had flickered back across Castiel's face and he leaned in, wrapping one arm under Dean and cradling him in a long awaited embrace. He brushed his cheek against the other man's, feeling stubble against stubble, heart and groin both pulsating with desire.
"Are you done?" he asked, voice low.
"Hmm."
"You are an idiot, as Bobby is so fond of saying."
Dean's head snapped towards Castiel, eyes flashing at the insult so soon after emptying himself.
"There is no one like you. You are near perfection and not only are you unable to see it, you can not understand how anyone else might, either. You pretend you do, but I have been with you long enough that I can see through your machismo. You are scared. Terrified of being alone and even more frightened of the alternative. It is not your fault, however, that does not mean it can't be changed."
Dean gulped.
"I know what is in your heart, Dean," Cas whispered, lips brushing delicately against the corner of his mouth, his free hand finding the Winchester's ever present erection and giving it a light squeeze. "And I hold you deeply within mine own. You need not fear me."
His lips trembled as he very slowly, enticingly enveloped Dean in a sensuous kiss. Tongues intertwined as the men tasted one another, explored each other fully. Dean struggled to move his hands while Castiel found himself stroking their weeping lengths together in his hand and wishing he were inside the man.
Enough is enough, the Angel thought. I have had my confirmation. It is time to allow him his.
"I have loved you against everything. This you know to be true. And now I am able to give you proof. You must hold tight to that thought, especially when it hurts. Because it will hurt. But the pain will leader to greater things, and I would only hurt you to love you."
His put a finger in Dean's mouth, first the index and then the middle one as well, enjoying the sensation of the Hunter's tongue swirling as he suckled. He imagined Dean's mouth on other parts of his anatomy and shuddered, hand leaving Dean's erection for a moment to stroke his own.
"Say yes," he growled, pulling his companion close, face a hairsbreadth away from his own.
Before Dean had the word fully formed, he had Castiel's first finger knuckle-deep inside of him. His eyes widened. His heart hammered.
Castiel grinned wickedly, curving his finger, pushing in a little deeper.
Any sensation that might have been pain was instantly washed away.
"Oh, yesss..." he hissed.
In no time, Castiel was on top of him, body pressing deeply into his. He tried to gasp as the Angel began to slip the single finger deeper in and out of him, but his pleas were caught in a hot, needy, teeth-crashing, lip-mashing, soul-searing kiss. As well as silencing him, it also distracted him from the insertion of Castiel's second saliva coated finger, stretching him tightly. He moaned into Castiel's mouth, wanting more and was quickly disappointed when the kiss ended far too quickly for his liking.
However, Castiel moved fast and soon repositioned himself to stare at the glistening pink hole as it eagerly stretched against his gyrating fingers. The Angel suddenly found himself ravenous, and just when Dean thought he could take no more, Cas quickly delved his tongue into the quivering opening.
Cas quite enjoyed making Dean shudder. And writhe. And moan. That he was able to do so while freeing the man from his own self-made chains only made it sweeter. He licked at the man again, dipping his tongue deeper into the crevice with every pass, tormenting Dean until the intoxicating sound of his mewling drove the Angel to wait no longer.
His tongue ensconsed itself fully in Dean, in between rapidly scissoring digits, and Castiel took the opportunity to fumble the button undone on his pants. He pulled away completely, lust rising as the man whimpered, the tight flesh of his anus now trembling. Cas' hand stilled on his zipper.
No turning back now, Castiel thought. He looked at Dean and saw the blunt passion in his eyes, knowing it was enough. Would have to be enough.
Well, almost enough.
He pulled Dean to his knees, his face landing in Angel groin.
Dean smiled dumbly at the cloth-clad crotch, licking his lips and with his teeth, pulled down the zipper, freeing the Angel from his polyester prison. Castiel took himself in hand, stroking his erection across Dean's mouth before grabbing him by the hair and guiding his cock down his throat.
Dean's tongue lay flat and he gagged as Cas hit his uvula. Cas stayed like that for a moment, allowing for time to adjust. The man swallowed, attempting to get his throat around the Angel's cock and the feeling caused Cas to buck. He gripped Dean by the hair hard, accidentally pulling back. Dean's throat constricted further around Castiel's swollen cock as his airway became further blocked by taut rope.
The Angel faltered, legs weak. He gripped Dean on the shoulder to keep himself standing, and quickly disengaged himself, the smirk he wore showing off his delectable dimples. Dean coughed, catching air in his lungs, returning the smile. Cas kissed him quickly, wanting to waste no more time. Not that any time with Dean is a waste. He ran his hands lightly down his companion's body before turning him back on his stomach, to the position he had found him in.
"I'm told it will hurt less this way," he said. He placed a soft, tender kiss between Dean's shoulder blades and aligned himself.
"Remember. Do not be afraid."
"I'll try," Dean replied, wincing as Castiel slowly pushed the tip of his dick past the tight ring of muscle. "Slow?"
"Mmhmm."
The elder Winchester clenched his teeth as the head of Castiel's thick cock passed through the entrance, and the Angel stilled himself momentarily so they could both get their bearings. They breathed heavily together, both covered in a thin sheen, though it was hard to tell past Castiel's clothes.
He shifted slightly, and hearing his captive moan, he took it as a good sign and shifted again.
"Dean?" he asked after the man, pushing himself a little deeper into the tight warmth, using all of his willpower to prevent himself from simply sinking right in.
The response was another moan and he pulled out slightly, leaving just the very tip of himself inside.
"Aah - ah!" Dean whimpered, wriggling backwards, hips searching for more, body begging to be filled.
Castiel pushed forward again, a little faster this time. Just as expected, Dean dug his hips backwards, but this time, Cas grabbed his hips and used the momentum to drive himself deeper into he man. The Angel pushed Dean's thighs together, fully sinking into the Hunter, sending an arm around to fondle his trapped erection as he ground their hips together.
Dean felt as if he were staring at God, waiting to adjust as Castiel settled fully inside him. He had never felt so many overpowering sensations at once; so filled, so alive. It was all he could do not to cry as Castiel stroked his hard length while rocking back and forth against his sweet spot.
He caught a hitch in his breath as Castiel pulled out completely, and just as quickly slammed in again.
He groaned, almost not hearing Castiel murmurring softly.
"Oh, God, Cas- Castiel," he panted. "Ple-pl-plea-"
The Angel snapped his hips sharply, his cock hitting Dean's prostate precisely, brutally, beautifully. He tried to steady himself and wound up grabbing Dean again by the hair, snapping his head back and cutting off his air. Dean lost all thought, the sensations overwhelming as they spread throughout his body from tip to toe while Castiel pumped into him in short, staccato bursts. Cas' hand fell to muscled shoulder and sharp hipbones in attempt to rebalance himself, body blanketing Dean's as they pressed themselves together. Dean squirmed, impaling himself further onto Castiel's cock, both men now grunting, sweat pouring in rivulets down passion-filled faces.
What could have been minutes felt like wonderful, splendorous, bliss-filled hours. Every nerve in Dean's body screamed in symphony together, spasming around Castiel's flesh. His calves and shoulders quivered, pain from their bindings blending together in harmony with the sensations stemming from the Angel's ministrations. He felt Castiel's hand claw into his hip, heard his ragged breathing scrape against Dean's own.
Suddenly, Cas paused mid-thrust. Dean bit his lip, groaning in frustration,
What could it possibly be now?
"Do you trust me?" the Angel asked, mischievous glint in his eye.
He wondered what Cas could possibly be thinking. Looking at him, it didn't take the Hunter long to realize the only way to find out would be to agree. And he did trust Castiel.
"Yes. Cas, yes," he moaned, "Do whatever you need to. Free reign."
What he didn't expect was that Castiel would grab him by the loop binding his wrists and feet and use it as leverage to hold him in air, splaying him open to be speared further onto Castiel's cock as he almost viciously thrust into the Winchester, breath heavier and faster, heavier and faster.
Dean could feel everything.
Unfortunately, what he couldn't do was breathe. Or move to rectify the situation.
The thought of what he must look like, gasping for air between grunts and moans, spitted upon this Divine creature, unable to control even his own orgasm made him flush, made him greedy with desire. Castiel bit at his shoulder, hand grasping Dean's erection and pulling off the ring enveloping his hot, needy flesh.
"Now," he growled, his hips snapping into Dean one last time, thrusting him violently in the air.
Oh, God, they thought together, groaning each others names as Cas emptied himself into Dean, dropping the man to the floor to catch his breath and the last ebbs of his own ground-breaking, soul-shattering orgasm.
Cas collapsed over him like a well-loved blanket, content to never move again.
He felt Dean's body shake, his muscles finally giving in to overwhelming feeling and blissful, aching overuse. He kissed the man on the back of the neck, grazing his hands along his sides, slowly pulling himself out. Both men lay on the floor, shaking, spent, used up, staring at each other, chests heaving.
It was Dean who spoke first.
"Cas - Castiel..." he panted.
Cas shifted him in response and kissed him tenderly.
"I love you too, Dean," he smiled, hoping everything was all right. "Now let's untie you and get you into a shower for your worn muscles."
"And funny smell," Dean chuckled. "But only if you join me."
He looked at his Angel, grinning wickedly.
"I might need adult supervision."
~Fin
Author:
phantom_puppet
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 7400
Spoilers: Slight season 5/6 Spoiler
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. That's why I can make them do the dirty things they do. All errors are my own.
Warnings: bondage, oral, fingering, rimming, raw/bareback anal
Summary: Castiel sees a unique opportunity and decides to take it. Written for a prompt by improbability32
Here's what I've been craving: Dean/Cas, a very intense and amazingly written blowjob, and bondage. Other kinks (spanking, rimming, etc) are more than welcome to join the fun. I have no plot for you, and I don't need one.
For a little something extra, I created a playlist of the music I had in my head while writing this. Please listen while reading for a full Supernatural experience: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD40ED222EEF9D66C
Castiel opened the storage room door and paused, taking in the sight of a very naked Dean Winchester laying bound and gagged face down before him on the cold stone floor.
"Sam said you came to the bar for some fun, but we thought there might trouble. Are you in trouble Dean, or am I interrupting your fun?"
Dean let out a muffled oath from behind his ball-gag.
"I'm sorry, Dean, I wasn't aware you were unable to speak," Cas said gravely, as he knelt beside Dean's prone form, reaching for the contraption in his mouth. "Is that what this little red ball is for?"
The elder Winchester spat as the Angel removed the gag from his mouth.
It's gonna take a lot more than beer to get the taste of that nasty ass rubber outta my mouth, he thought.
"No, Cas," he growled, "I ain't really having fun right now. Last I remember I'm doing shots with Little Miss Tits McGee from behind the bar and then I wake up with my ass wrapped up like a freaking Christmas present. And I'm naked! What the hell?"
"It could be you have a way with women," Castiel smarted. "But its more likely the succubus posing as the local barwench here couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck the infamous Dean Winchester to death, as your brother so eloquently put it."
"Fuck me to - God damn it, Cas! And like some bondage barbie bitch, too? Damn, can't a guy get any play without some supernatural hussy trying to get in my pants?"
Castiel paused a moment to reflect.
"It appears not."
Dean sighed, "Well, since you're standing here staring at my naked ass as opposed to that soul sucking harpy, it's okay to assume she's dead, right?"
"Yes, I dispatched her most swiftly."
"Well then, pixy dust, ya mind untying me now? The floor is cold and I'm kind of squishing my boys here," he smirked.
Castiel just looked at him. Continues to look at me, Dean thought, seeing as he hasn't stopped staring at me with those unnerving eyes of his since he opened the damn door.
He gulped.
"Cas?"
Castiel waited a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the black cord that held Dean tight, causing the man to shiver.
"Did you really mean what you said about wanting intercourse with someone other than a supernatural hussy?"
Dean swallowed again, this time his throat feeling like sandpaper. His arms and legs began to throb and his vision blurred a little. "Cas, can we have this conversation later? Now isn't exactly - "
"And what if I were the supernatural hussy?"
Did I just hear what I thought I just heard? he asked himself, taken aback.
Castiel reached forward and grazed his fingertips lightly across Dean's jaw, feeling the two day old stubble there, wishing it were pressed against his skin.
"Supernatural doesn't have to be bad, Dean. John Winchester saying so does not set something in stone."
He hesitated a moment, then leaned in closer to Dean's face, placing a feather soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"I can show you different," the Angel of the Lord exhaled.
Dean paled. Though even the thought of being kissed by another man went against his entire nature, he found himself struggling to suppress the surprise swell of heat in his groin caused by that other thought. The one where he wondered what it would like to be fucked by an Angel.
To be fucked by Cas.
Slowly the seraphim sat, cross-legged on the ground in front of him, his gaze never leaving the Hunter's face though he was splayed in such an obscenely erotic manner. Flat on his stomach, his wrists were bound to feet behind his lean, sinewy back. A load bearing hitch connected and ran the ropes up between his thighs, and another around his waist, along his back, up to his throat. There it attached to a happy little leather collar wrapped slightly too tight about his thick neck. This prevented him from lowering his feet, unless he wanted the line snapping tight and tugging on his windpipe just enough to make his world a little fuzzy.
And to make life a brand new level of uncomfortable, Dean's ever-growing erection was trapped in what he already thought of as the Cock Ring of Doom.
Castiel sighed.
"Step out of your Father's shadow, Dean. Do what you taught me is right. I can make it wonderful for you. Let me help you with your baggage. I will rid you of your bondage, if only you allow me."
Dean remained silent as his mind tried to rationalize a seemingly incomprehensible situation while simultaneously attempting to will his woody away. Seriously, dude! he thought. Get it together. You're a freakin' Hunter! You've dealt with weirder shit... kind of.
That was when the Angel dropped his gaze away, almost as if he were ashamed.
"Please let me..."
"Cas? Dammit... Cas, why?" he started as he gathered the courage and his senses long enough to ask.
Castiel's blue eyes flashed, hitting Dean again with that same unnerving stare.
"Do you truly not know, Dean Matthew Winchester? I was the one who pulled you out of hell, but it was you who chose to rush headstrong back into a battle that will likely put you back where you began. For the ones you cherish, yes, but also for others who remain unaware of your existence. And it is done with no regard to yourself."
"I-"
"Shh," Castiel breathed, tilting Dean's bound frame to a position that better allowed him to see his face. "In that way, you are a hero. And even heroes need to be loved, Dean."
Dean swallowed hard, not quite sure whether it was the collar or the clarity of those words that caused his hard hazel eyes to tear up.
Castiel's face hovered before him, his lips a whisper away from the man's own, trembling in anticipation.
"And fucked."
Whatever reason Dean might have had left consequently wound up out the window, replaced by a craving he never knew he needed to fill. He did his best to throw himself into Castiel's lips, achieving success in little time. The Angel's hot, wet tongue quickly invaded his mouth and he moaned, reeling from the welcome invasion. In one blindingly fast motion, Cas scooped Dean from the floor, repositioning his restrained Romeo into his lap as best he was able.
Dean deepened the kiss as Cas ran his fingers through the short brown hair rather possessively, and he found himself whimpering as the Angel caught his lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. He could barely breathe, unable to remember if he'd ever been kissed so thoroughly. Were he standing, he was certain his knees would have buckled.
Woah. I mean... wow.
He kind of felt like a walking kink meme, beyond that, he felt as if Castiel had opened him up to the world and set him alight. And a little part of him was thrilled about it, kind of like when he tried on Rhonda Hurley's panties back in the day. Castiel's lips were soft, yet demanding, the touch of a careful but passionate lover. They slowly, methodically trailed their way across Dean's neck, his collarbone, kissing and licking and nipping further down his body. Cas ran his hands across as much warm skin as he could manage, burning to touch perfection only enhanced by the scars of a very lonely battle.
The Angel ached to caress each stab wound, to kiss each bullet hole, to lap at every burn, to turn past pains into pleasure. He settled himself with running his hands down the Winchesters arms and chest greedily, hop-skipping over muscle and rope, teasingly tickling his way down Dean's treasure trail. Without hesitation, Dean mewled, as his body betrayed him and begged for more. Castiel obligingly responded by latching onto a nipple with the barest contact of his lips, lapping at it with his tongue like a kitten and rolling the sensitive nub in his teeth.
"Oh, geez, Cas."
Dean writhed, undulating under Castiel's careful consideration. Cas raised his head, his hand stilling above Dean's trembling erection, as that had been where he was intent upon putting it next.
"Yes?" he questioned, a slight furrow across his brow. He wondered if he was doing something wrong. This is certainly how it looked when I saw the Romans do it.
"Stop. Don't... God, Cas, don't stop."
A wicked grin crept across the Angel's face as he did exactly that. The gleam in his eye warned Dean he was in for trouble, and Castiel chuckled while Dean squirmed.
"I know you must be sick of hearing this, but is that a yes? Are you saying yes to letting me inside of you?"
Well, Dean mused, when you put it that way...
"Cas, I'm tied up tighter than a psycho in a straightjacket. You could do whatever you wanted to my sorry ass and I couldn't do a damn thing about it," he puffed in a spout of bravado.
"That is not an answer, Dean," Castiel said, laying him on the ground face up, hands and legs still bound not quite comfortably behind him. The Angel slowly, seductively stretched out on top of him, pressing lips into lips with a quick, hard, passionate kiss. "Do you want me to stop doing that?"
Dean gulped.
Eyes locked together, Castiel finally allowed himself to touch Dean's aching manhood, his rough fingers ghosting over stretched, burning skin until he reached the testicles, where he gave a light squeeze.
"Or this?"
Dean hissed in response, trembling with desire, with the feeling of being able to do nothing. Even if he were not bound, the Hunter realized, finally being honest with himself, he was already too far gone under Cas's spell, and had been for some time.
Castiel lowered his face, resting it on his captive's thigh and looked at his restrained cock. He raised his head a moment and Dean's breath caught in his throat. Very carefully, Cas placed a soft kiss at the tip. His tongue flickered out at the taste of precum, and though he wasn't sure of its name, found its taste quite pleasant. He lowered himself again, this time to the very base, sticking his tongue out flat and dragging it north. He paused at the top and popped the crown of Dean's cock in his mouth, swirling and sucking for a short while.
Dean twitched, biting his lip and tasting blood.
Fuck.
"Would you like me to stop doing that as well?" Castiel asked innocently. "It was quite nice and I was rather intrigued to see what would have happened next, but as I have said, it is your choice."
Dean thought for a second that felt like eternity.
He pictured saying no. He saw Castiel bluster and apologize, taking time to carefully untie him and hand him his clothes. He envisioned himself limping to the Impala so he could hit the first liquor store he saw, cause there was no way in hell he was staying sober after walking away from this. If Sammy was still up, he figured he'd wind up back in the crummy hotel room and drink himself stupid until his brother passed out from laughing at him too hard. After that he saw himself in the shower, where he would rub his dick raw. But he figured, no matter what he did, it was going to be thoughts of Castiel's mouth on his cock he was going to be yanking it to tonight. Whether he liked it or not.
"Suck, me, fuck me, but baby, don't chuck me," he smirked.
Cas smiled a genuine smile, dirty thoughts tumbling about in his head.
"Yes. You would like that wouldn't you?"
The question hung in the air unanswered until Dean groaned.
"Okay, Cas. Jesus Christ. If you really need to hear me say it, fine. Yes. Now if you don't get over here and put your mouth back on my dick, I'm gonna hit you so hard you think you're a child of Wednesday."
Castiel continued to grin and leaped forward, his hand pushing down on the hot skin of Dean's chest. He placed a quick kiss on pliant lips and said no.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Angel?"
"No. You did not just agree to a quick fuck," Castiel growled, "in the storage room of the local bar in the town you just happen to be hunting in this week. You agreed to allow me to rid you of your bondage."
Dean wriggled, new hope rising in his chest. It was a totally different game if he was able to move.
"So... the ropes?"
Cas chuckled.
"We begin with your tenacity." he replied, wrapping his hand around the cock ring enveloping Dean's throbbing flesh. "And I am fairly certain this is going to help. How long can you be patient for, Dean?"
Dean seethed. Patience my ass. His balls already felt as if they were going to explode. Suddenly he found it more than a little unfair that the Angel was fully clothed.
Castiel slowly stroked Dean with one hand, loosening the tie around his neck own with the other. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and the Hunter found himself staring at the newly exposed skin. Cas pressed himself further into Dean, thigh to thigh, grinding erection into erection as he fondled his flesh.
He tried his hardest not to buck, but the Winchester knew it was a failing effort. He threw his head back, feeling the beginnings of burning throes of passion and the line immediately tightened and pulled on his windpipe, giving Castiel the opportunity to place a savage bite at his throat. Dean cried out, cock twitching, back arching, gasping for thin, reedy air.
"Cas..."
"Say my name, Dean," he moaned. "You always call me Cas. I want you to say my name."
"Castiel..." Dean panted.
The Angel beamed.
"Whatever do you wish?"
"If you don't put my cock back in your mouth right now, I'm gonna beat you so bad you forget you're even an Angel."
Castiel just looked at him.
"Please?"
The Angel chuckled, his hand slipping down to cup Dean's balls.
"While I am impressed by your new-found ability to ask nicely for something, Dean, I am still going to have to refuse."
The man who thought of himself currently as Bondage!Barbie groaned, and was surprised when he felt warm lips brush against his scrotum. Placing soft kisses against his sack, Castiel began to run his fingers along Dean's length and Dean moaned when the Angel's digits found their way past the expanse of flesh between his asshole and balls.
Cas grinned a wicked grin.
"I did not say I would not use my mouth at all, but until I get an answer to my question, I will not be using it in the way you would like. Now once again, Dean, how long can you be patient?"
Dean groaned again, the feel of Castiel's long, slender fingers as they circled his hot, puckered opening driving him a kind of crazy he didn't know he could achieve. But he was stubborn, he was John Winchesters boy.
He could hold out.
Castiel dipped his head again, fitting nicely between the bound man's legs. It really was a shame I had to kill the succubus before getting the chance to thank her for binding her victim in such a considerate way. He removed his fingers and Dean instantly longed for the sensation. He was about to protest when, almost excruciatingly slowly, the Angel dragged his tongue across the salty pink flesh. Cas swiped his tongue across the slot again, this time slipping the muscle into Dean's center.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Dean snarled, grinding his teeth.
His hands held tight on sharp hips as they bucked, and then once again, Castiel pulled away.
"That is the second time you have used the Lord's name in vain. I find it displeasing that you are far more willing to spout an oath against my father in sin than you are willing to be honest with me... when I have given everything for you. Perhaps I should stop."
Dean paused, the weight of those words upon him. Reeling, he trembled in his binds, in his mind.
Yeah, he was John's boy, and yeah, he could hold out. But what was he holding out for?
He'd been doing it so long, he wasn't really sure anymore. But, if he was looking for someone to honestly share himself with, wasn't this kinda it? Wasn't Cas the one who pulled him back and put him together again, shaping him with his Grace? Wasn't he the one who not only saw Dean at his worst times, but accepted them and fit inside those moments like he belonged there? Hadn't he been the one to turn his back on his very nature, all because he believed in Dean? And wasn't he the one making his blood pound, his skin tingle, his body burn?
"Cas... dammit! Cas! What do you want from me?"
Castiel stared, crawling back up Dean's body, pinning him down uncomfortably on his roped hands.
"I want you to be honest with me."
Dean gulped.
"Okay."
"How patient can you be, Dean?"
Dean felt himself crack. He wasn't good at this. At the best of times, he drank himself stupid and used the empties to bottle up his feelings until Sammy got frustrated with it and threatened to run away like a little bitch. But Cas already knew these things. He just wanted Dean to say it. He sighed and stretched a little, not quite enough to affect his breathing, stealthily trying to make contact with the body atop his.
"Not very long. Never have been good at it. And right fucking now, not at all," he panted, "because I need you to be swallowing my cock."
This pleased Castiel immensely. He reached behind the Hunter's head and pulled his body close, nibbling on his lower lip before slipping his tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately, almost as if he were attempting to suck out the man's very soul.
"You do, do you? How badly do you need it?"
"Honestly? Never needed anything more. Now quit with the twenty fuckin' ques-"
At that he lost his speech, his back arching, pulling the rope tight against his collar, cutting off his air supply. A single thought fluttered through his mind as he struggled to breathe.
So this is what it feels to have my dick tickling the back of an Angel's throat.
Castiel wasted no time engulfing the velvety meat in his mouth. He had planned on teasing Dean a little longer, but hadn't factored in his propensity for being so stubborn. And sexy, all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He would go back to taking his time in a moment; first he had to deal with the overbearing intrigue of what taking the long, hard dick deep in his mouth would feel like. He sucked long and slow, and when it finally came free from between his lips, he heard Dean cry in frustration. On a whim, he blew softly up the length and watched as the man shuddered.
He liked that every little thing he did produced a different reaction. He placed another kiss at the tip of Dean's cock, now taking the time to mentally catalog his prisoners reception to his movements and again, the man twitched. When Cas slowly licked his way up his shaft inquisitively, Dean whimpered. He let his tongue linger, lazily lapping and suckling around the head of his companions cock. Dean bit his lower lip and cried out when he again, suddenly found himself pretty much balls deep in Angel.
"Cas," he hissed through closed teeth, dying to thrust his hands through his friends hair and fuck his throat raw.
"Hmm?" the Angel inquired, muffled by a mouthful of wonderful, moving slowly at first and then faster as he slid Dean in and out of his throat. He repositioned himself, turning his back towards Dean's face for a better angle.
Of course the best deep-throat I've ever had, I'm getting from an Angel. God, I wish I could see this, he muttered under his breath. He attempted to gain a visual and again, the trusty line snapped tight, completely cutting off his air supply.
It was a sight to behold, and totally worth it; Castiel, on his knees, tongue licking and lapping and sucking and swirling, using one hand to hold Dean's hips down while the other guided his pulsing cock past swollen red lips. He teased Dean, going slow, slower, so fucking slow Dean thought he was going to lose his mind. He sucked his way down the length of Dean's lumber, hastily and lackadaisically, pulling indescribable sensations from him as he sporadically nibbled and nipped and licked. Dean lay his head back down on the ground in attempt to recapture his breath, happy with the image seared into his mind. He could now happily live knowing he would always have the vision of Castiel doing amazingly dirty things with his mouth. For his part, the Angel continued contently, creatively coming up with all sorts of new way to torture Dean with his tongue. Slurping his way back down to the base, with his nose mashed against the man's testicles and his dick as far down his throat at it could go, Castiel swallowed.
And then he did it again.
And again.
Dean thrashed wildly and Castiel had to dig his fingers into his hips to hold him down, rocking with the motions, so intent was he on maintaining his mouth-hold.
"Cas... oh, Cas. Oh, God, Cas," he seethed. "Cas, please? Please, Cas. Pleeeease?"
In response, the Angel pulled himself up and locked their lips together; mouths hungry, needy.
"Please, Castiel?" the Winchester whimpered.
"Wasn't so hard, was it, Dean?" Cas tittered.
Dean replied to the negative, and Castiel moved back to the man's lower half and buried his face between his ass cheeks. He let his tongue flicker, tasting the subtle flavor of his lovers flesh, pushing the muscle deeper into Dean's very core with every lick until he had split him open entirely with his tongue. Dean had never felt like this before. He was on fire, his body taut and tight. He bit back a moan as he found himself impaled on what, for thousands of years, had been used primarily to speak the word of the Lord Almighty. Castiel's mouth was wet, his tongue hot as he encircled the ring of flesh, sporadically dipping his tongue as far as he could into the virgin ass. Dean trembled with desire. As he began to shake, making soft, kittenish sounds, Castiel looked at him and saw he was on the brink of tears.
"Cas," he breathed. " I need - Castiel..."
Cas smirked.
"Please?"
"Are you sure?" Castiel inquired, voice husky.
If there was one quality Dean possessed, it was persistence. Once he set his mind to something, he would do absolutely anything necessary to achieve that goal. And right now the only thing holding him back was Castiel's goddamn morals. So he would have to placate the Angel any way he could.
His head throbbed, and it wasn't the only part of him doing so.
After all, it's not like this was my suggestion...
Wait.
It hadn't been his suggestion. Not in the 'Hey, look at me all conveniently tied up and sexy' way, but maybe... How much, he thought, looking back, did I miss? As Cas waited patiently for an answer, heart in throat, Dean's senses were flooded with sensations of the Angel's devotion, barraged by sounds and smells and images from recent past.
A flash of trench-coat, the taste of blood, smell of mud.
"I gave up everything FOR YOU! And this is HOW YOU REPAY ME?"
It had felt as if his heart had been ripped out his sphincter.
The faint reek of gin mixed with public transportation.
"I found a liquor store."
"And?"
"I drank it."
A whiff of dust in the same lame-ass kind of motel as always, Castiel on the couch watching porn.
Samuel's confusion, asking, "Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch pornos with Angels?"
And how Cas, thoroughly admonished, looked at Dean quite forlorn, and replied "We're not supposed to talk about it."
God, how could I not know?
The smell of the wind, electrified, as he stared at Castiel for the very first time. Awestruck as never before, he gaped at the shadowy silhouette of wings.
He had wanted to weep.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."
How many times since learning that the Angel currently inhabiting the body of Jimmy Novak had picked up the pieces that were Dean Winchester and crazy glued them back together again had he taken any of it into consideration?
Like a bucket of water to the face, it hit him. How many times had he taken Castiel for granted? Demanded he step outside his bounds and threw a bitch fit if he was unable? How many times did he simply just expect Cas to be there at his very beck and call?
"Do you think the armies of heaven have nothing better to do than follow you around?"
No, of course not, but-
"I need you to take me to Sam."
"Why?"
"There's something I want to talk to him about."
"What's that?"
"The B.M. I took this morning. What's it to you? Make it snappy."
He had been such a jackass treating Cas like he were a genie in a bottle. Damn, wasn't respect one of the first things Dad taught me? Aren't I supposed to be smarter than this?
He had watched as the Angel had fallen from grace. Done nothing as this perfect creature had torn himself away from everything he'd ever known, risking his very existence in the process. All because he so very obviously loved Dean.
Who knew the fangirls were right?
Well, not about the Sammy thing...
"Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't going to mention it."
Aha! There it is!
Castiel, the ever-giving provider, sparing the feelings of who exactly?
And for what reason?
How would Dean have reacted had Castiel made his intentions known back then? How it must be killing him, an Angel in uncharted territory, incredibly uncertain of what lie ahead, terrified of reading the wrong signals.
It hadn't been his suggestion.
The Hunter snapped back to reality, all at once becoming hyper-aware of his surroundings; the dust on the floor, the ropes cutting into his flesh, the sweat beading on the Angel's brow as he nervously waited for Dean to figure it all out.
He needed to let Cas inside...
Mouth dry, he gulped. Dean's head throbbed almost as hard as his erection.
He looked at Castiel.
"Cas, I'm an asshole. I've been taking you for granted and tossing you away like ass wipe for a while now. You deserve better. But for some reason I really don't understand, you'd rather have me."
"Yes, Dean. That is true, howev-"
"Shut it, Cas. I'm trying to tell you that I love you..."
Dean spoke that last word in almost a whisper and paused, soaking in the silence.
That wasn't what he had meant to say; he wasn't even sure he knew it was true until it had popped out of his mouth, but with it hanging in the air, he knew it would have to be acknowledged. Mostly because he really meant it.
"Fuck! Castiel... just - fuck!" he stuttered, not noticing the small twitch of Castiel's eyebrow on an otherwise emotionless face.
He wanted to believe Dean. Even more than wanting to find his ever-absent Father, did Castiel want to take Dean at his word. But until he was sure the man had come to terms with himself, with the past, present and future situations at hand, the Angel forced himself to hold his emotions at bay. It was better this way.
He didn't want things to get messy.
Well, he did. But that would come later.
Dean was an incredibly stubborn man. Certainly one of the most bull-headed individuals Castiel had ever met, perhaps even rivaling Michael himself. You could beat him upside the head with the answer to something, but most times, he needed to find his own way to the solution and until he was able to do so, wouldn't be able to process a single thing regarding that subject.
He just needed time to understand, of his own volition. He needed to grasp everything before Castiel could fully take advantage of a rather advantageous situation.
So the Angel waited while the gears that were Dean's thoughts spun themselves towards the only rational conclusion.
He let out a deep breath and looked his Angel in the eyes.
"Castiel."
"Yes, Dean," he breathed.
"So here's the thing."
"Hmm?"
"I'm supposed to be this big bad Hunter, right? Y'know, beer-swillin', monster-gankin', panty soakin' badass mofo, right? And I got Sammy to worry about too. Have ever since I was a kid. And it was hard enough before he went all Darth Winchester. Cause, well, lack of Dad, mostly. Raising a kid when you still are a kid blows."
He sighed.
"But then Dad came back, just long enough to die on us, and he saddled me with an even bigger responsibility to my dumbass brother. Who just went and got himself killed. So I was left to book an extended stay at the most exclusive resort in hell just so i could save his Sasquatch ass. And he repaid me by sucking and fucking the skankiest demon bitch in the history of ever and released Big Bad Daddy Evil himself."
Castiel waited patiently as Dean continued.
"But somewhere along the way, I got pulled out of the Pit cause some all-powerful jackass decided I wasn't done being a martyr yet. I figured since I got myself a snappy new sidekick and it was still better than being in hell, sure. Why not? At least I get to drink again. And get laid. And make fun of Sammy's craptastic taste in music. But you know what? After hell, none of it feels good anymore - none of it seems to matter."
"You see," he exhaled, attempting to wriggle in ropes he really wished weren't there, "I did some bad shit on that vacation. And that sidekick of mine? Just so happens he's a freakin' Angel. Cause it ain't bad enough that he comes bossing me around, bitching about some plan of God's or whatever, I get to feel like even more of a prick, cause I've got a Messenger of the freakin' Lord on my shoulder, constantly reminding me of how bad I fucked up."
Castiel brushed his hand across Dean's brow.
"You didn't. It was - "
"Stop. Stop and let me finish, Cas, or I won't be able to."
Cas closed his mouth, his tongue reminiscent of sandpaper as he listened. He looked down nervously, aware Dean was reaching conclusions long overdue.
"Okay."
"Okay. So I fucked up," he started again, "and got myself my very own Great Gazoo, in the form of a broody Angel in a trenchcoat. And he comes with some of his other Angel buddies - who, in case you didn't know, are all massive dicks - and they start some seriously weird shit happening, cause that what they think Daddy wants them to do. But coming from someone who was pretty much a daddy's boy - " he admitted painfully, "listening a little too closely is a really bad idea, cause most of the time, you just fuck up the message."
Castiel nodded.
Dean continued, "My Angel figured that out, though. Even though it went against everything he'd ever been taught, even though I treated him like a burden and constantly threatened to boot-fuck select members of his family, my Angel deserted everything because he believed in some dysfunctional punk-ass kid from Lawrence, Kansas more than he believed in his brothers in Heaven."
"Yes, but - "
Dean raised his eyebrow, wanting to finish exposing himself like this and go back to exposing himself in much more entertaining ways. Yet, that was the point, wasn't it? With Castiel, it will never be just fun, never just a game.
"This Angel - who has a serious problem with interrupting, by the way - gave up his goddamn Angelness for me, in fact and I don't know about you, but to me that's a pretty big deal. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it."
Castiel began to smile, perhaps the truest he'd ever smiled before.
"And I kind of hate you for it."
Cas came crashing hard, his face turning ashen as his heart crumbled inside his chest. He stared at Dean, confused, and felt a wave of nausea as he heard the man chuckle.
"Because you make me feel."
Castiel breathed. Do Angels even need to breathe? He couldn't remember.
"Sometimes like a giddy schoolgirl, which, being all rugged and manly - ain't really used to."
It was the Angel's turn to chuckle, and he ran his hands lovingly across Dean's flanks, the first sign of a deeper affection between them.
"It's all kind of hitting me at once, and the first thing I think is that I'm an asshole. Then that you make all the cliche's make sense. Then that I'm sorry. Mostly, I'm sorry."
The smile had flickered back across Castiel's face and he leaned in, wrapping one arm under Dean and cradling him in a long awaited embrace. He brushed his cheek against the other man's, feeling stubble against stubble, heart and groin both pulsating with desire.
"Are you done?" he asked, voice low.
"Hmm."
"You are an idiot, as Bobby is so fond of saying."
Dean's head snapped towards Castiel, eyes flashing at the insult so soon after emptying himself.
"There is no one like you. You are near perfection and not only are you unable to see it, you can not understand how anyone else might, either. You pretend you do, but I have been with you long enough that I can see through your machismo. You are scared. Terrified of being alone and even more frightened of the alternative. It is not your fault, however, that does not mean it can't be changed."
Dean gulped.
"I know what is in your heart, Dean," Cas whispered, lips brushing delicately against the corner of his mouth, his free hand finding the Winchester's ever present erection and giving it a light squeeze. "And I hold you deeply within mine own. You need not fear me."
His lips trembled as he very slowly, enticingly enveloped Dean in a sensuous kiss. Tongues intertwined as the men tasted one another, explored each other fully. Dean struggled to move his hands while Castiel found himself stroking their weeping lengths together in his hand and wishing he were inside the man.
Enough is enough, the Angel thought. I have had my confirmation. It is time to allow him his.
"I have loved you against everything. This you know to be true. And now I am able to give you proof. You must hold tight to that thought, especially when it hurts. Because it will hurt. But the pain will leader to greater things, and I would only hurt you to love you."
His put a finger in Dean's mouth, first the index and then the middle one as well, enjoying the sensation of the Hunter's tongue swirling as he suckled. He imagined Dean's mouth on other parts of his anatomy and shuddered, hand leaving Dean's erection for a moment to stroke his own.
"Say yes," he growled, pulling his companion close, face a hairsbreadth away from his own.
Before Dean had the word fully formed, he had Castiel's first finger knuckle-deep inside of him. His eyes widened. His heart hammered.
Castiel grinned wickedly, curving his finger, pushing in a little deeper.
Any sensation that might have been pain was instantly washed away.
"Oh, yesss..." he hissed.
In no time, Castiel was on top of him, body pressing deeply into his. He tried to gasp as the Angel began to slip the single finger deeper in and out of him, but his pleas were caught in a hot, needy, teeth-crashing, lip-mashing, soul-searing kiss. As well as silencing him, it also distracted him from the insertion of Castiel's second saliva coated finger, stretching him tightly. He moaned into Castiel's mouth, wanting more and was quickly disappointed when the kiss ended far too quickly for his liking.
However, Castiel moved fast and soon repositioned himself to stare at the glistening pink hole as it eagerly stretched against his gyrating fingers. The Angel suddenly found himself ravenous, and just when Dean thought he could take no more, Cas quickly delved his tongue into the quivering opening.
Cas quite enjoyed making Dean shudder. And writhe. And moan. That he was able to do so while freeing the man from his own self-made chains only made it sweeter. He licked at the man again, dipping his tongue deeper into the crevice with every pass, tormenting Dean until the intoxicating sound of his mewling drove the Angel to wait no longer.
His tongue ensconsed itself fully in Dean, in between rapidly scissoring digits, and Castiel took the opportunity to fumble the button undone on his pants. He pulled away completely, lust rising as the man whimpered, the tight flesh of his anus now trembling. Cas' hand stilled on his zipper.
No turning back now, Castiel thought. He looked at Dean and saw the blunt passion in his eyes, knowing it was enough. Would have to be enough.
Well, almost enough.
He pulled Dean to his knees, his face landing in Angel groin.
Dean smiled dumbly at the cloth-clad crotch, licking his lips and with his teeth, pulled down the zipper, freeing the Angel from his polyester prison. Castiel took himself in hand, stroking his erection across Dean's mouth before grabbing him by the hair and guiding his cock down his throat.
Dean's tongue lay flat and he gagged as Cas hit his uvula. Cas stayed like that for a moment, allowing for time to adjust. The man swallowed, attempting to get his throat around the Angel's cock and the feeling caused Cas to buck. He gripped Dean by the hair hard, accidentally pulling back. Dean's throat constricted further around Castiel's swollen cock as his airway became further blocked by taut rope.
The Angel faltered, legs weak. He gripped Dean on the shoulder to keep himself standing, and quickly disengaged himself, the smirk he wore showing off his delectable dimples. Dean coughed, catching air in his lungs, returning the smile. Cas kissed him quickly, wanting to waste no more time. Not that any time with Dean is a waste. He ran his hands lightly down his companion's body before turning him back on his stomach, to the position he had found him in.
"I'm told it will hurt less this way," he said. He placed a soft, tender kiss between Dean's shoulder blades and aligned himself.
"Remember. Do not be afraid."
"I'll try," Dean replied, wincing as Castiel slowly pushed the tip of his dick past the tight ring of muscle. "Slow?"
"Mmhmm."
The elder Winchester clenched his teeth as the head of Castiel's thick cock passed through the entrance, and the Angel stilled himself momentarily so they could both get their bearings. They breathed heavily together, both covered in a thin sheen, though it was hard to tell past Castiel's clothes.
He shifted slightly, and hearing his captive moan, he took it as a good sign and shifted again.
"Dean?" he asked after the man, pushing himself a little deeper into the tight warmth, using all of his willpower to prevent himself from simply sinking right in.
The response was another moan and he pulled out slightly, leaving just the very tip of himself inside.
"Aah - ah!" Dean whimpered, wriggling backwards, hips searching for more, body begging to be filled.
Castiel pushed forward again, a little faster this time. Just as expected, Dean dug his hips backwards, but this time, Cas grabbed his hips and used the momentum to drive himself deeper into he man. The Angel pushed Dean's thighs together, fully sinking into the Hunter, sending an arm around to fondle his trapped erection as he ground their hips together.
Dean felt as if he were staring at God, waiting to adjust as Castiel settled fully inside him. He had never felt so many overpowering sensations at once; so filled, so alive. It was all he could do not to cry as Castiel stroked his hard length while rocking back and forth against his sweet spot.
He caught a hitch in his breath as Castiel pulled out completely, and just as quickly slammed in again.
He groaned, almost not hearing Castiel murmurring softly.
"Oh, God, Cas- Castiel," he panted. "Ple-pl-plea-"
The Angel snapped his hips sharply, his cock hitting Dean's prostate precisely, brutally, beautifully. He tried to steady himself and wound up grabbing Dean again by the hair, snapping his head back and cutting off his air. Dean lost all thought, the sensations overwhelming as they spread throughout his body from tip to toe while Castiel pumped into him in short, staccato bursts. Cas' hand fell to muscled shoulder and sharp hipbones in attempt to rebalance himself, body blanketing Dean's as they pressed themselves together. Dean squirmed, impaling himself further onto Castiel's cock, both men now grunting, sweat pouring in rivulets down passion-filled faces.
What could have been minutes felt like wonderful, splendorous, bliss-filled hours. Every nerve in Dean's body screamed in symphony together, spasming around Castiel's flesh. His calves and shoulders quivered, pain from their bindings blending together in harmony with the sensations stemming from the Angel's ministrations. He felt Castiel's hand claw into his hip, heard his ragged breathing scrape against Dean's own.
Suddenly, Cas paused mid-thrust. Dean bit his lip, groaning in frustration,
What could it possibly be now?
"Do you trust me?" the Angel asked, mischievous glint in his eye.
He wondered what Cas could possibly be thinking. Looking at him, it didn't take the Hunter long to realize the only way to find out would be to agree. And he did trust Castiel.
"Yes. Cas, yes," he moaned, "Do whatever you need to. Free reign."
What he didn't expect was that Castiel would grab him by the loop binding his wrists and feet and use it as leverage to hold him in air, splaying him open to be speared further onto Castiel's cock as he almost viciously thrust into the Winchester, breath heavier and faster, heavier and faster.
Dean could feel everything.
Unfortunately, what he couldn't do was breathe. Or move to rectify the situation.
The thought of what he must look like, gasping for air between grunts and moans, spitted upon this Divine creature, unable to control even his own orgasm made him flush, made him greedy with desire. Castiel bit at his shoulder, hand grasping Dean's erection and pulling off the ring enveloping his hot, needy flesh.
"Now," he growled, his hips snapping into Dean one last time, thrusting him violently in the air.
Oh, God, they thought together, groaning each others names as Cas emptied himself into Dean, dropping the man to the floor to catch his breath and the last ebbs of his own ground-breaking, soul-shattering orgasm.
Cas collapsed over him like a well-loved blanket, content to never move again.
He felt Dean's body shake, his muscles finally giving in to overwhelming feeling and blissful, aching overuse. He kissed the man on the back of the neck, grazing his hands along his sides, slowly pulling himself out. Both men lay on the floor, shaking, spent, used up, staring at each other, chests heaving.
It was Dean who spoke first.
"Cas - Castiel..." he panted.
Cas shifted him in response and kissed him tenderly.
"I love you too, Dean," he smiled, hoping everything was all right. "Now let's untie you and get you into a shower for your worn muscles."
"And funny smell," Dean chuckled. "But only if you join me."
He looked at his Angel, grinning wickedly.
"I might need adult supervision."
~Fin