DCBB - Death Comes for Mr. Winchester - CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER THREE
The early morning sun was just beginning to filter into their room when Dean and Cas finally made it to bed. Cas was methodically taking off and folding his clothes as Dean just flicked his own off with a burst of power before he collapsed on the bed in just his briefs. He snuggled deep into his pillow before he released a heavy sigh of exhaustion.
“So Chuck is just gone? No one knows where he is?”
Castiel made a soft sound of acknowledgement before he climbed into bed and straddled Dean’s waist, lowering himself until he was seated on Dean’s ass. The ex-hunter was just about to inquire on possible sexy times when the angel’s hands began to massage deep into his shoulder blades and neck.
“Oh… fuck.”
Cas huffed but didn’t pause in his movements.
“The wings are new to your body. I could tell that your shoulders were tense and stiff.”
Dean mumbled into the pillow.
“Keep that up and my shoulders won’t be thing only things that end up stiff.”
The angel sighed with resigned affection before digging his fingers deep into a stubborn muscle. A startled grunt punched out of Dean, but was closely followed with a relieved sigh.
“Seriously, Cas… you fell out of the awesome tree and hit every branch on the way down.”
They remained quiet for several minutes, until Dean’s body was officially a pile of goo on the mattress. Cas tilted himself sideways into a graceful fall to land beside Dean. The angel leaned forward to kiss softly along the human’s bare shoulder a couple times before he finally settled himself into his preferred sleeping position. His voice was a hushed whisper in the room.
“Balthazar and Gabriel confirmed it. No one in Heaven has seen our Father in several days. Apparently Joshua was mum on the subject and no one seemed overly concerned. Gabriel said the Heavenly Hosts were well on their way to being perfectly in order once again. Raphael and several others had been properly chastised and were on their best behavior.”
“It doesn’t sit well with you, though, does it?”
Cas shook his head just slightly before he brought his hand up to trace along the shell of Dean’s ear.
“It does not. I searched Earth as well as I could to see if I could find a trace of him, but there was nothing. If he hadn’t mentioned to you that he had something important to deal with … I might have been less concerned. But I just don’t like this.”
Dean nodded and shivered at the sensation of fingertips across his skin.
“What do the wonder twins think?”
The angel smirked, just slightly.
“They agree with me. Especially with the information Death provided to you, this cannot be a coincidence. For Father to disappear just as we discover that Crowley is planning something … epic.”
“Good use of the word, Cas.”
“Thank you, Dean.”
Dean drifted off to sleep with the ghost-light touches of Castiel’s fingertips trailing along his skin. Considering it had been about six in the morning by the time he’d actually fallen asleep, it was quite understandable that he woke up completely disoriented about what time, or even which day it was. The room was dark around him, and Cas was no longer in bed. Dean yawned and stretched before pulling himself up to a seated position in the middle of the mattress. He turned to the bedside table for help with the time, but the alarm clock was dark.
“Dammit. Did we lose electricity?”
He flicked his hand towards the light switch by the door to flip it on, but when it clicked nothing happened.
“How could we lose electricity to a house that’s powered by God’s will? Cas?”
The cabin was completely silent and still around him. Dean slowly stood from the bed and flicked his clothes back onto his body. He entered the hallway without making a sound and froze for a moment just to listen. There was absolutely no noise at all and the entire cabin was dark. He double-timed it to Sam’s door which was slightly ajar, so he willed it to open without making a sound. The room was empty and shadowed. Not a single one of his brother’s electronics showed even a glimmer of life.
“Sammy?”
His whispered voice bounced back at him from the vacant room.
“Oh… I’m not liking this. Not liking this at all.”
When he moved back into the hallway, Dean paused between the doors of Gabe’s and Balthazar’s rooms, but he could feel that the angels weren’t inside. They seemed just a barren of life as Sam’s. He tip-toed toward the staircase and glanced down into what he could make out of the living room below. Nothing seemed out of place, save for the deep shadows and utter silence. If there was one thing that could be said about the Alimony cabin… it was never quiet.
Dean padded down the spiral staircase with as much stealth as the wrought-iron would allow. As soon as he was able, he ducked down to peer into the large open living area and kitchen. There was no one on the first floor either. When he reached the last step he eyed the kitchen. No electricity there either, it seemed. He skirted along the wall until he reached the fridge and carefully pulled it open. The air inside was still cold, as if the power was running, but the light didn’t come on and the absence of the static hum of the compressor made the silence of the kitchen that much more eerie.
He closed the door and turned to face the living room. The windows appeared almost an opaque black. He couldn’t make out Bobby’s house or any of the lights he always had running around the perimeter of the scrap yard. Taking a deep breath, Dean trotted toward the front door. When he quietly stepped out onto the front porch, it was only to be greeted with more inky blackness obscuring everything around him from view. He could just barely make out the shapes of the cars in the yard and the dirt paths that weaved around the whole place like a maze.
“Dammit.”
He scooted forward cautiously into the yard for a couple feet before an idea struck him. Bringing his right hand out before him, Dean imagined growing a tiny ball of light in his palm. It manifested ever so slowly, but eventually there was a tiny sun floating above the center of his palm. Dean grinned in triumph as he raised his head to take in the somewhat illuminated yard around him.
“HOLY FUCK!”
Reapers. There were fucking reapers everywhere. Between each nook and cranny created by the cars. Dozens and dozens of them standing there in their black suits with their gaunt faces. Just staring at him. Dean spun in a full turn on his heel, only to find more of them blocking his way back to the cabin.
“Shit!”
As one, all the reapers took a single step closer to him. Dean pulled his power to manifest his wings, arching them out high behind him. He tossed the little sun up in the air so that it was hovering just above his head.
“Okay! Okay! Let’s everyone stay calm here! I know you guys don’t really want to be doing this! I had a little chat with your Daddy, and he really wants everyone to run along home now. Ignore whatever verbal diarrhea Crowley is yammering into your ears.”
“Dean. You wound me.”
The current Ruler of Hell stepped from behind a beefy reaper, an angel blade in his hand glinting in the flickering light. Crowley raised his arm as if to throw the blade, but Dean flung himself backwards and demanded his power to take him far away. Take me to the horseman, wherever he is. The world shifted around him, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded before slamming into something flimsy.
The bright sun in the sky nearly blinded him, and he instantly brought his wings around his body to shield himself. He pulled one of the white wings out of the way to peek around it. People milled about him everywhere, weaving in and around brightly colored tents as far as the eye could see.
“What… the hell?”
A paper crinkled under his toes and he raised his foot to peer down at it. It was a flyer. For the Texas State Fair … 1982.
“No fucking way.”
“Dean?”
His head whipped up to meet the slightly wide eyes of Death himself. The human’s wings drooped in relief. The horseman was eyeing him curiously, all the while holding something fried and undistinguishable in his hand. It looked like a shapeless ball of dough on a stick … nevertheless…
“It actually worked. I came right to you.”
Death tilted his head a fraction before nibbling daintily on the suspicious (maybe) piece of food.
“But how did you arrive here? This is the past.”
Dean shrugged.
“No idea, man. All I know is that I woke up in Reaperville, population: holy shit, and Crowley was about to shish-ka-bob me. So I demanded my power to bring me to you, no matter where you were… and here we are.”
The horseman hummed thoughtfully under his breath before he turned to walk away. Dean tucked his wings in close and followed quickly after the older man.
“If you traveled through time that effortlessly, your powers are manifesting very rapidly indeed.”
Dean grimaced when he accidentally stepped into a cooling spill of melted ice cream with his bare foot. He flicked the mess away with a small burst of power, but didn’t call for his shoes. It almost physically pained him to wear anything on his feet now. If he couldn’t feel the power of the earth beneath him he felt disconnected and itchy.
Death finished off whatever hideous blob of food had been on the stick, and without turning to look, flung the little piece of wood straight into a trash can. He continued to meander along, and it took Dean a moment to realize they were right in the heart of the food vendors at the fair. No fucking wonder.
“Oh! We really must try one of the corndogs! They are quite famous for them here!”
Dean followed him helplessly as they navigated to the most crowded stand in the area. The horseman just strode right up to the vendor, ignoring the line, and plucked two corndogs directly out of his hand. The man didn’t even seem to notice, kept conversing with the person at the front of the queue.
“Would you like mustard?”
The ex-hunter just nodded and took the corndog when it was offered to him. Death was already munching away.
“Mmm… these are delightful.”
They moved through the crowd to find an empty bench and sit down.
“So would you like to tell me why you sought me out, Dean?”
Downing the last bite of his food before flicking the stick into non-existence, Dean grunted and stretched out his wings. His shoulders were beginning to cramp for holding them so tightly against his body.
“I laid down for a nap, and when I woke up the world was a supernatural kind of dark and every living thing had apparently disappeared. When I walked outside there were fucking reapers everywhere. I tried to reason with them, but they didn’t even acknowledge me. Then Crowley showed up and I just kind of … flung myself away, and ended up here.”
A thoughtful sound accompanied the end of his story, and the horseman flicked his empty corndog stick into a trashcan about fifty yards away. Dean blinked.
“Nice one.”
Death smirked.
“Thank you, Dean. I’m going to assume then, that the sniveling malcontent holds more power over them than I had at first considered. The reapers were most likely altering your reality so that you could only see what Crowley wished you to. Your family was probably right there alongside you, attempting to gain your attention, but you were unable to communicate or see them. The angels, Crowley, nor the reapers would be able to follow you here, however. You are safe for now.”
The younger man nodded and fluttered his wings out behind him.
“So this is the assmunch’s big plan then? Get your kiddos to warp the world around me and stake me through the heart with an angel blade?”
Death tilted his head and shifted his gaze to meet Dean’s.
“He had an angel blade with him? Then the fool is even more obtuse as I had first reasoned.”
“Why is that?”
The horseman snorted as he moved to stand.
“Because you cannot be killed with an angel blade. You are not an angel. Yes, the feathery additions may make it seem so, but they are more a materialization of your increasing power. There is nothing of the Heavenly Hosts inside you as of yet.”
Death smirked just slightly.
“Or perhaps I should rephrase that.”
Dean blanched.
“Please tell me the Grim Reaper did not just make a sex joke. Please.”
The older man huffed a soft laugh.
“That was not a joke, Dean. That was an insinuation. If I had wished to tell a joke, I may have said something like ‘Your eyes are heavenly. Do you have a little angel in you? Would you like one?’”
Head dropping back to face the sky, Dean groaned in anguish.
“Please stop. Oh my God, I feel so skeevy right now.”
The horseman chuckled and turned away.
“Oh! A Frito pie! Yes, I’d very much like one of those, I think.”
Dean groaned again in mental agony, but quickly trotted after the other man.
~*~
“So what do you think I should do about Crowley?”
They were wondering through the other venues of the fair, finally having moved away from the food. Even though the horseman was still nibbling on something heavily fried and stuck on a stick. Dean was eyeing a vendor selling some pretty awesome stainless steel rings. He absently rubbed his thumb across the spot where his ring used to rest on his finger. Cas had tried to give it back to him, but he refused it. He liked how it looked on the angel, and it was a claiming of a sorts, in Dean’s mind.
“Well, if his big play is actually the angel blade, don’t concern yourself. In fact, I would almost suggest you let him stab you with it. The look on his face when it doesn’t work would likely be priceless.”
Dean grunted and stepped closer to the ring vendor. There was a heavy band of steel that looked almost identical to his old one and his fingers twitched.
“But what if you’re wrong and it does work? Then I’m dead and what did that accomplish?”
The horseman snorted delicately, but his eyes tracked Dean’s gaze to the ring. He raised his hand, palm up, and with a tap of his cane the ring appeared in his hand. Dean eyed it suspiciously for a second before turning back to the vendor’s stand. The ring he had been eyeing still rested against the velvet blanket on the table. He arched an eyebrow and Death returned it with a smirk. He closed his fist firmly around the metal and a burst of power and light startled Dean for a brief second.
When it was done, the horseman opened his hand again and indicated with the arch of an eyebrow that Dean should take the band. Plucking it up quickly, Dean eyed the metal. There was a new etching of words on the inside that hadn’t been present in the original. He squinted to read them.
“Mors Vincit Omnia. Death conquers all. Really? You really just did that?”
The reaper smiled smugly.
“It can also be translated as ‘Death Always Wins’. I prefer that one, don’t you?”
Dean huffed a small laugh.
“So what am I supposed to do with it?”
Death turned and began to walk away.
“It is a ring. I would presume you were to wear it. Since you seem to be so concerned with Crowley killing you, this is my guarantee to you that he will not. The angel blade cannot kill you to begin with, but since you seem set on ignoring my view on that matter, this will assure that it cannot, even miraculously, do so. I’m putting a brand of protection on your life, Dean. I do hope you appreciate the significance of it.”
The human nodded and eyed the words on the metal for another moment, before he slipped it on his finger. He flexed his hand a couple times and grinned. Didn’t feel so naked without it anymore, and now he and Cas had a matching set. He snorted. Holy shit he was turning into one cheesy-ass mother fucker.
“I think it’s time we get you home. I’m sure your family is beside themselves with worry.”
They wandered slowly over to the giant cowboy statue that was the mascot of the fair. Big Tex waved at them repetitively from above. Dean arched his wings out behind him and ruffled them as if preparing for flight. Death tossed away his remaining stick from his last snack and leaned forward with both hands resting on his cane.
“Do you wish to attempt the journey yourself? Or would you like me to do it?”
Dean spread his wings as far as they could go and eyed them with interest.
“I think I’d like to try myself. Never gonna learn if I can’t do it on my own. Baby steps.”
Death hummed.
“Indeed. Infant deities. Always entertaining.”
Dean snorted and spread his feet, crouched just a little, as if he planned to jump straight up into the air. The horseman sighed.
“I shall go first. Just follow the trail I leave and you will see what you need to do.”
Dean nodded in response and closed his eyes to concentrate on the power and presence of the horseman. He felt the spark of energy distribution a second before the other flickered away into the ether. Taking a deep breath, he commanded his wings to follow and launched himself into nothingness. His usual method of transport was to imagine a line of string between where he was and where he wanted to be. It seemed to work well in this situation, too. He just imagined the string tied around the ankle of the horseman.
After a scant few seconds his world shuddered to a stop and he released the breath he had been holding. When he slowly opened his eyes, Dean found himself standing in the middle of his own living room. Death was perched on his preferred barstool looking as composed as ever. The cabin, though, was still empty of life.
“Well done, Dean.”
Concentrating on the method Cas had taught him, he managed to release the manifestation of his wings with a sigh.
“So we’re back, but where is everyone?”
Death made a dismissive motion with his face and glanced at the refrigerator in the kitchen.
“Likely off scouring the world for you.”
Dean released a puff of air before he moved over to open the fridge. There were a couple high-end distillery beers that Sammy preferred on the top shelf, so he snagged them and offered one to the horseman. Death gave a curious little smirk of a smile before nodding his head. Dean flicked the caps into non-existence and handed the bottle over before settling himself down on a stool. The reaper took a swig and made a pleased hum at the taste before speaking again.
“Call your ducklings home, Dean.”
The ex-hunter rolled his eyes once before doing just that. A short spike of a demanded return, and not even a breath later the living room was filled with people…or three angels, a little brother, and a grouchy old codger to be more precise. Four of the five released sighs of relief, but Cas just stormed up to Dean and smashed their faces together in a desperate kiss. Dean damn near dropped his bottle, but Death apparently plucked it out of his fingers and placed it on the counter top. The weight of Cas’ body was pressing him painfully back into the island but Dean didn’t really care. When his angel got like this Dean just submitted and enjoyed the ride.
Castiel finally pulled away with a soft sigh and rested his forehead against the human’s.
“You weren’t anywhere. You were just gone … again.”
Dean grimaced slightly before reaching up to card his fingers through the angel’s perpetual sex hair.
“Sorry, babe-,”
Balthazar made a gagging sound.
“-but I wasn’t where… I was when. Texas, 1982, to be precise.”
Cas gave him a patented confused head tilt, but Sam stepped up to take the barstool next to Dean’s.
“You traveled through time, Dean?”
He could only nod at his brother’s questioning gaze. Castiel was so warm and close, and he hadn’t moved away an inch. Dean released a relieved sigh and closed his eyes.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened from your point of view, and then I’ll fill in the blanks?”
Dean opened his eyes to glance at the horseman, but he was gone. So were both bottles of beer. Thieving bastard. In fact, the others hadn’t reacted to seeing the reaper at all. Huh. Sneaky, too.
Sam shifted on the stool.
“Cas said you woke up from a nap and wouldn’t respond when he tried to talk to you. You kept muttering about the electricity being out, but it wasn’t. Then you were sneaking around the house trying to be quiet and looking for something. You opened the door to my room and I asked if anything was wrong, but you reacted like I wasn’t even there. We followed you downstairs and Balthazar and Gabe tried to speak to you as well, but you couldn’t hear them either. Then you went outside, made a little ball of light in your hand and promptly freaked the fuck out. You started talking to someone we couldn’t see, then you were just gone.”
Gabe stepped forward and slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders.
“Couldn’t find you anywhere, boss. Never thought to look anywhen.”
Dean grunted in acknowledgement and Castiel finally stepped back to give him some room.
“Yeah, okay, so … I woke up from the nap and the house was dark and empty. Everything was off and I couldn’t sense you guys anywhere. I went outside and could barely see, so I conjured up the little sun and found myself surrounded by reapers.”
Sam tensed and Castiel gripped Dean by the wrist.
“What happened, Dean?”
The elder Winchester shrugged a shoulder and shook his head.
“I tried to talk to them. Tell them Death wanted them to come home, but it was like they were completely vacant behind the eyes. Then Crowley showed up.”
All three angels bristled and Bobby finally decided to speak up, hunkered down on the barstool Death had previously been residing in.
“That bastard was here? With all of us standing around? And we didn’t see him or sense him?”
Sam snapped his fingers and motioned at Gabriel with his head.
“Yeah! And shouldn’t the angels have been able to see the reapers?”
Dean shrugged again.
“I don’t know what to tell you, man. Death said that the reapers could alter my reality to make me see what they wanted me to see. Maybe with all of them together, and Crowley with his hands on the scythe, maybe they could mask it from you somehow. Anyway, Crowley came at me and I just flung myself away. Demanded my power take me to Death, and the next thing I knew I was at the Texas State Fair, thirty-one years ago.”
Sam chewed on his bottom lip.
“Because the horseman of Death was at the Texas State Fair.”
Dean laughed.
“Of course he was, Sam. Do you know how many fried foods they have at the place?”
Bobby snorted and scratched at his beard absently.
“So whadja learn, hanging out with your BFF, apocalypse horseman numero uno?”
“Besides the fact that the amount of fried food the man can put away is completely disproportionate to his size? Pretty much that Crowley has more control over the reapers than we’d previously thought, and that the corndogs from 1982 are really fucking delicious. Man, we didn’t know how good we had it before the whole kibosh on using honest-to-God grease was heaped upon us.”
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes in an epic bitchface.
“We were going crazy trying to find you, and you were eating? For hours?”
Dean smiled apologetically.
“Sorry, Sammy, but I was kinda stuck there? And I was hungry?”
His younger brother growled something with the potential to be mentally scarring, before he hopped off the barstool and started making his way to the staircase.
“Well, I’m done for the night. I’m heading to bed.”
Gabriel perked up and bounced along behind him for a second, before Sam turned and practically snarled at the angel.
“No. You’re not coming.”
The archangel pouted like a kid being pulled out of a candy store as Sam stomped his way up the stairs. Dean grinned. He knew something was going on there. Poor, poor delusional Sammy. His playing so hard to get was practically just chumming the waters for that particular angel. Gabriel turned back to look at Dean and smirked before flickering away. There was a pause of silence for the length of a couple breaths before Sam’s voice screeched from upstairs.
“GABRIEL!!”
Dean’s snicker was interrupted by a deep yawn. Balthazar had already wandered off to who knows where, and Bobby slapped a hand down on Dean’s shoulder for a good old manly squeeze goodnight. Dean watched the older man walk out of the cabin before turning back to face Cas. There was a Sammy-level of epic bitch-face coming from the angel and Dean swallowed so harshly that his throat clicked.
“Cas?”
The angel was glaring at Dean’s hand, so the ex-hunter followed his gaze down and … oh. The ring. Right. Castiel crossed his arms over his chest before raising his eyes to meet Dean’s and, rather impressively for a dude still learning to act human, arched a cynical eyebrow.
“What is that, Dean?”
Dean smiled softly and rubbed across the cool surface of the metal with his thumb. It felt so much better to have something back on his finger again.
“It’s a ring, Cas. I saw one at the fair that reminded me of the one I gave you. So Death kind of … created one for me. Of course he had to personalize it in a completely ridiculous, not really that funny sort of way. But he’s kind of odd like that.”
Castiel’s scowl deepened.
“A horseman of the apocalypse … the most notorious horseman of the four … made a ring. For you. And you accepted it?”
Dean blinked. He was obviously missing something here.
“Well … yeah? I wanted it because it looks just like my old one … and I figured … now we have matching ones? Kinda like …,”
His voice tapered off and he made a nonsensical motion with his hand, unsure of exactly how he wanted to end that sentence. For his part, Castiel had dropped his arms and his eyes were wide with surprise and something else Dean couldn’t quite place. Excitement, maybe? Hope? Dean licked his lips in a bout of sudden nerves. The angel’s gaze locked onto Dean’s mouth and a familiar flutter started up in his belly. He’s pretty sure if he had a tail it would be attempting to wag right off his ass at the moment. Dean traced his lips again slowly and Cas’ eyes went dark with desire. With a wicked grin Dean transported himself up to their room.
Castiel was right behind him, but when he reached for Dean, the human flickered away from him to the other side of the room. Cas blinked once before he turned to stalk toward him again. Dean pulled his own shirt off over his head quickly, and just when Cas reached out to grab him he flicked away again to the opposite corner of their bedroom. His lover whipped around to glare at him and began to viciously tug his clothes off and toss them towards the hamper. Dean grinned. Cas was always super careful with his clothes, but apparently a little teasing overrode that habit. Dean was tugging off his pants when the angel almost reached him again, and when he flickered away he left them behind.
“Dean!”
He chuckled as he watched Cas shuck off his pants and briefs in one go. Not surprisingly, the angel’s cock was already half mast and raring to go. Dean licked his bottom lip once before pulling it between his teeth and biting down. Castiel fucking growled as he stalked toward him and Dean shivered in response. He started to pull down his boxer briefs and flick away again, but Cas put on an unnatural burst of speed and gripped him around the waist to slam him up against the wall. Dean gasped and rolled his hips subconsciously. The angel’s mouth immediately latched on to his neck and began to suck and bite down the length of it.
Dean arched his back and tilted his head up towards the ceiling to give him more access. His arms had wound themselves around Cas’ shoulders, and the angel’s hands left his waist to slide under Dean’s briefs where he grabbed both globes of the human’s ass tightly. Dean made a hungry noise in the back of his throat. No matter how many times they did this together, it never got old or boring or repetitive. In fact, it seemed like the more times they had sex, the more Dean was fucking desperate for it. He groaned as one of Cas’ long fingers trailed down the cleft of his ass and ghosted over his hole.
“C-Cas…,”
The angel grunted against his neck before moving up to bite softly at Dean’s jaw. That finger was circling and twirling around him now, before it finally pushed against him softly. A firm pressure that was offering so much more. Dean whimpered and rotated his hips to ask for that more. With a rustle of feathers he suddenly found himself face down on the bed and sans underwear. Cas’ finger continued to tease at him even as the angel reached over to the bed stand to snag their bottle of lube. Dean spreads his legs so that Cas could settle back between them and shoved his arms under the pillow to grip the bed frame.
He sucked in a breath when cold lube suddenly dripped down between his cheeks and over Cas’ finger. That single digit took turns spreading the lube around thoroughly and pressing inside of him. Dean could only manage to groan and shake as one finger became two, and then three. He was panting into the pillow when Cas finally pulled them out completely and gripped Dean’s hips to pull him up onto his knees. Dean whined a little (fuck you, he’d dare you not to do it in the same situation) when he could make out the sound of Castiel slicking up his cock.
As usual, the first push made him tense up a little, but Cas was becoming an old pro at this and immediately began to soothe him with soft little coos of noise and a warm hand rubbing at the small of his back. When he finally felt himself begin to relax, Cas pushed in the rest of the way and Dean couldn’t help but keen at the stretch. The angel bent forward to place a kiss between the blades of his shoulders. He pulled out almost to the tip before thrusting gently back inside. Dean shifted his hips to improve the angle and sighed happily when it did.
“Dean … I would … I wish…,”
The human turned his head enough to see the flushed face of his lover behind him, soft pants of air escaping them both with every slap of hips.
“What… what do you want, Cas?”
Castiel groaned and closed his eyes as his fingers dug into the meat of Dean’s thighs.
“I … your wings. Can I see them?”
Dean smiled softly and patted Cas gently on the side.
“Pull out and lay down.”
The angel did so almost too eagerly, although he was sure not to hurt Dean when he removed himself. Dean pushed up into a kneel while Cas stretched out in the center of the mattress. With a deep breath, he pulled the power he needed to manifest them, and then his wings burst out behind him, both pairs arching high up towards the ceiling. Castiel gasped with delight and Dean just grinned smugly down at his lover before straddling the angel’s hips and reaching beneath to guide Cas’ cock back inside.
When his ass settled against Cas’ pelvis and he was fully seated, Dean released a shuddering sigh at the sensation of being filled once more. Castiel pulled his knees up so that he could plant his feet on the bed and Dean hummed happily as he began to swivel his hips in little figure eights. Cas groaned once, harsh and sounding almost pained, before thrusting upwards. Dean’s wings fluttered at the sensation and Cas’ gaze locked on to them. Pulling himself up until the angel’s cock was only barely inside of him, Dean pulled the pair of black wings forward and around his body until he could run the feathers along Castiel’s sides.
The angel mewled at the contact and then increased his speed to thrust up in earnest. Dean left the wings where they were and cried out at the pace Cas was setting.
“Fuck! Fuck! Cas!”
Each frantic push would punch a soft grunt straight out of Dean. The room was filled with the mingled sound of slapping flesh, rustling feathers and whispered little ‘ungh, ungh, ungh’ noises that Dean couldn’t stop if he even wanted to try. Cas was hitting his prostate with about every third drive and Dean’s own dick was damn near purple and leaking like a fountain. He left it alone. He had yet to come completely untouched before, but tonight’s sex was probably good enough to do it and he wanted to try. His balls were already starting to draw up tight.
One of the black wings stretched up far enough to brush delicately at Castiel’s face and the angel opened his mouth to lick at the feathers. Dean groaned at the sight before closing his eyes and dropping his head backwards. He was getting fucking close to shattering apart into a million pieces. Surging up with his trembling thigh muscles he started to slam himself down to meet each of Cas’ thrusts upwards. The angel cried out in shock, but didn’t slow his pace at all.
His orgasm caught him a little by surprise. Everything was feeling too much and too good and then his entire body was clenching up and he was rolling forward and coming all over Castiel’s stomach. White was bursting behind his eyelids and he could feel his hole clamping the angel’s cock like a vise. Cas sucked in a breath and gasped it out with Dean’s name upon his lips, then there was the odd little pressure of come being released inside his channel and Dean shivered.
Cas lost control of his legs and his feet slipped along the sheets until his limbs were splayed out straight on the bed again. Dean remained seated where he was. He knew it would take a couple minutes for the angel’s dick to completely soften, and he was never really eager to lose that fullness inside of him. Cas was panting to catch his breath and running his fingertips up and down Dean’s still twitching thighs. The ex-hunter reached his hands up high over his head for nice long stretch, arching his back and staring up at the ceiling. He flapped both sets of wings a couple times, reveling in the gentle gusts of breeze they created, before stretching them both up and out with a groan. When he glanced back down, Cas was just staring at him in awe.
“What’s up, Cas?”
The angel smiled softly, eyes trailing over Dean’s face and back towards his wings.
“You are so beautiful, Dean.”
The human flushed and dropped his gaze to the mess on Cas’ belly. He flicked his wrist and the come vanished.
“Nah. You’re the pretty one, babe.”
The dick in his ass had finally gone soft, so Dean sighed and slowly pulled himself off. He grimaced a little at the trickle that immediately followed it, but with a small burst of power, that was quickly cleaned up as well. He shifted sideways so he could lay flat on his belly beside his lover. His wings lowered until they were covering them both like blankets and Cas grinned at them warmly.
“I think you underestimate just how lovely you are, Dean.”
The human snorted and wrapped an arm tightly around Cas’ chest. He tucked his face into the curve of the angel’s neck and kissed the warm skin there. Sleep was coming up fast, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of fingers combing through his feathers. He mumbled softly right before he drifted off.
“Love you, Cas.”
The hands in his wings paused for a brief second.
“And I love you, Dean. Very much.”
Dean sighed in contentment before he finally drifted off.
CHAPTER FOUR
The early morning sun was just beginning to filter into their room when Dean and Cas finally made it to bed. Cas was methodically taking off and folding his clothes as Dean just flicked his own off with a burst of power before he collapsed on the bed in just his briefs. He snuggled deep into his pillow before he released a heavy sigh of exhaustion.
“So Chuck is just gone? No one knows where he is?”
Castiel made a soft sound of acknowledgement before he climbed into bed and straddled Dean’s waist, lowering himself until he was seated on Dean’s ass. The ex-hunter was just about to inquire on possible sexy times when the angel’s hands began to massage deep into his shoulder blades and neck.
“Oh… fuck.”
Cas huffed but didn’t pause in his movements.
“The wings are new to your body. I could tell that your shoulders were tense and stiff.”
Dean mumbled into the pillow.
“Keep that up and my shoulders won’t be thing only things that end up stiff.”
The angel sighed with resigned affection before digging his fingers deep into a stubborn muscle. A startled grunt punched out of Dean, but was closely followed with a relieved sigh.
“Seriously, Cas… you fell out of the awesome tree and hit every branch on the way down.”
They remained quiet for several minutes, until Dean’s body was officially a pile of goo on the mattress. Cas tilted himself sideways into a graceful fall to land beside Dean. The angel leaned forward to kiss softly along the human’s bare shoulder a couple times before he finally settled himself into his preferred sleeping position. His voice was a hushed whisper in the room.
“Balthazar and Gabriel confirmed it. No one in Heaven has seen our Father in several days. Apparently Joshua was mum on the subject and no one seemed overly concerned. Gabriel said the Heavenly Hosts were well on their way to being perfectly in order once again. Raphael and several others had been properly chastised and were on their best behavior.”
“It doesn’t sit well with you, though, does it?”
Cas shook his head just slightly before he brought his hand up to trace along the shell of Dean’s ear.
“It does not. I searched Earth as well as I could to see if I could find a trace of him, but there was nothing. If he hadn’t mentioned to you that he had something important to deal with … I might have been less concerned. But I just don’t like this.”
Dean nodded and shivered at the sensation of fingertips across his skin.
“What do the wonder twins think?”
The angel smirked, just slightly.
“They agree with me. Especially with the information Death provided to you, this cannot be a coincidence. For Father to disappear just as we discover that Crowley is planning something … epic.”
“Good use of the word, Cas.”
“Thank you, Dean.”
Dean drifted off to sleep with the ghost-light touches of Castiel’s fingertips trailing along his skin. Considering it had been about six in the morning by the time he’d actually fallen asleep, it was quite understandable that he woke up completely disoriented about what time, or even which day it was. The room was dark around him, and Cas was no longer in bed. Dean yawned and stretched before pulling himself up to a seated position in the middle of the mattress. He turned to the bedside table for help with the time, but the alarm clock was dark.
“Dammit. Did we lose electricity?”
He flicked his hand towards the light switch by the door to flip it on, but when it clicked nothing happened.
“How could we lose electricity to a house that’s powered by God’s will? Cas?”
The cabin was completely silent and still around him. Dean slowly stood from the bed and flicked his clothes back onto his body. He entered the hallway without making a sound and froze for a moment just to listen. There was absolutely no noise at all and the entire cabin was dark. He double-timed it to Sam’s door which was slightly ajar, so he willed it to open without making a sound. The room was empty and shadowed. Not a single one of his brother’s electronics showed even a glimmer of life.
“Sammy?”
His whispered voice bounced back at him from the vacant room.
“Oh… I’m not liking this. Not liking this at all.”
When he moved back into the hallway, Dean paused between the doors of Gabe’s and Balthazar’s rooms, but he could feel that the angels weren’t inside. They seemed just a barren of life as Sam’s. He tip-toed toward the staircase and glanced down into what he could make out of the living room below. Nothing seemed out of place, save for the deep shadows and utter silence. If there was one thing that could be said about the Alimony cabin… it was never quiet.
Dean padded down the spiral staircase with as much stealth as the wrought-iron would allow. As soon as he was able, he ducked down to peer into the large open living area and kitchen. There was no one on the first floor either. When he reached the last step he eyed the kitchen. No electricity there either, it seemed. He skirted along the wall until he reached the fridge and carefully pulled it open. The air inside was still cold, as if the power was running, but the light didn’t come on and the absence of the static hum of the compressor made the silence of the kitchen that much more eerie.
He closed the door and turned to face the living room. The windows appeared almost an opaque black. He couldn’t make out Bobby’s house or any of the lights he always had running around the perimeter of the scrap yard. Taking a deep breath, Dean trotted toward the front door. When he quietly stepped out onto the front porch, it was only to be greeted with more inky blackness obscuring everything around him from view. He could just barely make out the shapes of the cars in the yard and the dirt paths that weaved around the whole place like a maze.
“Dammit.”
He scooted forward cautiously into the yard for a couple feet before an idea struck him. Bringing his right hand out before him, Dean imagined growing a tiny ball of light in his palm. It manifested ever so slowly, but eventually there was a tiny sun floating above the center of his palm. Dean grinned in triumph as he raised his head to take in the somewhat illuminated yard around him.
“HOLY FUCK!”
Reapers. There were fucking reapers everywhere. Between each nook and cranny created by the cars. Dozens and dozens of them standing there in their black suits with their gaunt faces. Just staring at him. Dean spun in a full turn on his heel, only to find more of them blocking his way back to the cabin.
“Shit!”
As one, all the reapers took a single step closer to him. Dean pulled his power to manifest his wings, arching them out high behind him. He tossed the little sun up in the air so that it was hovering just above his head.
“Okay! Okay! Let’s everyone stay calm here! I know you guys don’t really want to be doing this! I had a little chat with your Daddy, and he really wants everyone to run along home now. Ignore whatever verbal diarrhea Crowley is yammering into your ears.”
“Dean. You wound me.”
The current Ruler of Hell stepped from behind a beefy reaper, an angel blade in his hand glinting in the flickering light. Crowley raised his arm as if to throw the blade, but Dean flung himself backwards and demanded his power to take him far away. Take me to the horseman, wherever he is. The world shifted around him, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded before slamming into something flimsy.
The bright sun in the sky nearly blinded him, and he instantly brought his wings around his body to shield himself. He pulled one of the white wings out of the way to peek around it. People milled about him everywhere, weaving in and around brightly colored tents as far as the eye could see.
“What… the hell?”
A paper crinkled under his toes and he raised his foot to peer down at it. It was a flyer. For the Texas State Fair … 1982.
“No fucking way.”
“Dean?”
His head whipped up to meet the slightly wide eyes of Death himself. The human’s wings drooped in relief. The horseman was eyeing him curiously, all the while holding something fried and undistinguishable in his hand. It looked like a shapeless ball of dough on a stick … nevertheless…
“It actually worked. I came right to you.”
Death tilted his head a fraction before nibbling daintily on the suspicious (maybe) piece of food.
“But how did you arrive here? This is the past.”
Dean shrugged.
“No idea, man. All I know is that I woke up in Reaperville, population: holy shit, and Crowley was about to shish-ka-bob me. So I demanded my power to bring me to you, no matter where you were… and here we are.”
The horseman hummed thoughtfully under his breath before he turned to walk away. Dean tucked his wings in close and followed quickly after the older man.
“If you traveled through time that effortlessly, your powers are manifesting very rapidly indeed.”
Dean grimaced when he accidentally stepped into a cooling spill of melted ice cream with his bare foot. He flicked the mess away with a small burst of power, but didn’t call for his shoes. It almost physically pained him to wear anything on his feet now. If he couldn’t feel the power of the earth beneath him he felt disconnected and itchy.
Death finished off whatever hideous blob of food had been on the stick, and without turning to look, flung the little piece of wood straight into a trash can. He continued to meander along, and it took Dean a moment to realize they were right in the heart of the food vendors at the fair. No fucking wonder.
“Oh! We really must try one of the corndogs! They are quite famous for them here!”
Dean followed him helplessly as they navigated to the most crowded stand in the area. The horseman just strode right up to the vendor, ignoring the line, and plucked two corndogs directly out of his hand. The man didn’t even seem to notice, kept conversing with the person at the front of the queue.
“Would you like mustard?”
The ex-hunter just nodded and took the corndog when it was offered to him. Death was already munching away.
“Mmm… these are delightful.”
They moved through the crowd to find an empty bench and sit down.
“So would you like to tell me why you sought me out, Dean?”
Downing the last bite of his food before flicking the stick into non-existence, Dean grunted and stretched out his wings. His shoulders were beginning to cramp for holding them so tightly against his body.
“I laid down for a nap, and when I woke up the world was a supernatural kind of dark and every living thing had apparently disappeared. When I walked outside there were fucking reapers everywhere. I tried to reason with them, but they didn’t even acknowledge me. Then Crowley showed up and I just kind of … flung myself away, and ended up here.”
A thoughtful sound accompanied the end of his story, and the horseman flicked his empty corndog stick into a trashcan about fifty yards away. Dean blinked.
“Nice one.”
Death smirked.
“Thank you, Dean. I’m going to assume then, that the sniveling malcontent holds more power over them than I had at first considered. The reapers were most likely altering your reality so that you could only see what Crowley wished you to. Your family was probably right there alongside you, attempting to gain your attention, but you were unable to communicate or see them. The angels, Crowley, nor the reapers would be able to follow you here, however. You are safe for now.”
The younger man nodded and fluttered his wings out behind him.
“So this is the assmunch’s big plan then? Get your kiddos to warp the world around me and stake me through the heart with an angel blade?”
Death tilted his head and shifted his gaze to meet Dean’s.
“He had an angel blade with him? Then the fool is even more obtuse as I had first reasoned.”
“Why is that?”
The horseman snorted as he moved to stand.
“Because you cannot be killed with an angel blade. You are not an angel. Yes, the feathery additions may make it seem so, but they are more a materialization of your increasing power. There is nothing of the Heavenly Hosts inside you as of yet.”
Death smirked just slightly.
“Or perhaps I should rephrase that.”
Dean blanched.
“Please tell me the Grim Reaper did not just make a sex joke. Please.”
The older man huffed a soft laugh.
“That was not a joke, Dean. That was an insinuation. If I had wished to tell a joke, I may have said something like ‘Your eyes are heavenly. Do you have a little angel in you? Would you like one?’”
Head dropping back to face the sky, Dean groaned in anguish.
“Please stop. Oh my God, I feel so skeevy right now.”
The horseman chuckled and turned away.
“Oh! A Frito pie! Yes, I’d very much like one of those, I think.”
Dean groaned again in mental agony, but quickly trotted after the other man.
~*~
“So what do you think I should do about Crowley?”
They were wondering through the other venues of the fair, finally having moved away from the food. Even though the horseman was still nibbling on something heavily fried and stuck on a stick. Dean was eyeing a vendor selling some pretty awesome stainless steel rings. He absently rubbed his thumb across the spot where his ring used to rest on his finger. Cas had tried to give it back to him, but he refused it. He liked how it looked on the angel, and it was a claiming of a sorts, in Dean’s mind.
“Well, if his big play is actually the angel blade, don’t concern yourself. In fact, I would almost suggest you let him stab you with it. The look on his face when it doesn’t work would likely be priceless.”
Dean grunted and stepped closer to the ring vendor. There was a heavy band of steel that looked almost identical to his old one and his fingers twitched.
“But what if you’re wrong and it does work? Then I’m dead and what did that accomplish?”
The horseman snorted delicately, but his eyes tracked Dean’s gaze to the ring. He raised his hand, palm up, and with a tap of his cane the ring appeared in his hand. Dean eyed it suspiciously for a second before turning back to the vendor’s stand. The ring he had been eyeing still rested against the velvet blanket on the table. He arched an eyebrow and Death returned it with a smirk. He closed his fist firmly around the metal and a burst of power and light startled Dean for a brief second.
When it was done, the horseman opened his hand again and indicated with the arch of an eyebrow that Dean should take the band. Plucking it up quickly, Dean eyed the metal. There was a new etching of words on the inside that hadn’t been present in the original. He squinted to read them.
“Mors Vincit Omnia. Death conquers all. Really? You really just did that?”
The reaper smiled smugly.
“It can also be translated as ‘Death Always Wins’. I prefer that one, don’t you?”
Dean huffed a small laugh.
“So what am I supposed to do with it?”
Death turned and began to walk away.
“It is a ring. I would presume you were to wear it. Since you seem to be so concerned with Crowley killing you, this is my guarantee to you that he will not. The angel blade cannot kill you to begin with, but since you seem set on ignoring my view on that matter, this will assure that it cannot, even miraculously, do so. I’m putting a brand of protection on your life, Dean. I do hope you appreciate the significance of it.”
The human nodded and eyed the words on the metal for another moment, before he slipped it on his finger. He flexed his hand a couple times and grinned. Didn’t feel so naked without it anymore, and now he and Cas had a matching set. He snorted. Holy shit he was turning into one cheesy-ass mother fucker.
“I think it’s time we get you home. I’m sure your family is beside themselves with worry.”
They wandered slowly over to the giant cowboy statue that was the mascot of the fair. Big Tex waved at them repetitively from above. Dean arched his wings out behind him and ruffled them as if preparing for flight. Death tossed away his remaining stick from his last snack and leaned forward with both hands resting on his cane.
“Do you wish to attempt the journey yourself? Or would you like me to do it?”
Dean spread his wings as far as they could go and eyed them with interest.
“I think I’d like to try myself. Never gonna learn if I can’t do it on my own. Baby steps.”
Death hummed.
“Indeed. Infant deities. Always entertaining.”
Dean snorted and spread his feet, crouched just a little, as if he planned to jump straight up into the air. The horseman sighed.
“I shall go first. Just follow the trail I leave and you will see what you need to do.”
Dean nodded in response and closed his eyes to concentrate on the power and presence of the horseman. He felt the spark of energy distribution a second before the other flickered away into the ether. Taking a deep breath, he commanded his wings to follow and launched himself into nothingness. His usual method of transport was to imagine a line of string between where he was and where he wanted to be. It seemed to work well in this situation, too. He just imagined the string tied around the ankle of the horseman.
After a scant few seconds his world shuddered to a stop and he released the breath he had been holding. When he slowly opened his eyes, Dean found himself standing in the middle of his own living room. Death was perched on his preferred barstool looking as composed as ever. The cabin, though, was still empty of life.
“Well done, Dean.”
Concentrating on the method Cas had taught him, he managed to release the manifestation of his wings with a sigh.
“So we’re back, but where is everyone?”
Death made a dismissive motion with his face and glanced at the refrigerator in the kitchen.
“Likely off scouring the world for you.”
Dean released a puff of air before he moved over to open the fridge. There were a couple high-end distillery beers that Sammy preferred on the top shelf, so he snagged them and offered one to the horseman. Death gave a curious little smirk of a smile before nodding his head. Dean flicked the caps into non-existence and handed the bottle over before settling himself down on a stool. The reaper took a swig and made a pleased hum at the taste before speaking again.
“Call your ducklings home, Dean.”
The ex-hunter rolled his eyes once before doing just that. A short spike of a demanded return, and not even a breath later the living room was filled with people…or three angels, a little brother, and a grouchy old codger to be more precise. Four of the five released sighs of relief, but Cas just stormed up to Dean and smashed their faces together in a desperate kiss. Dean damn near dropped his bottle, but Death apparently plucked it out of his fingers and placed it on the counter top. The weight of Cas’ body was pressing him painfully back into the island but Dean didn’t really care. When his angel got like this Dean just submitted and enjoyed the ride.
Castiel finally pulled away with a soft sigh and rested his forehead against the human’s.
“You weren’t anywhere. You were just gone … again.”
Dean grimaced slightly before reaching up to card his fingers through the angel’s perpetual sex hair.
“Sorry, babe-,”
Balthazar made a gagging sound.
“-but I wasn’t where… I was when. Texas, 1982, to be precise.”
Cas gave him a patented confused head tilt, but Sam stepped up to take the barstool next to Dean’s.
“You traveled through time, Dean?”
He could only nod at his brother’s questioning gaze. Castiel was so warm and close, and he hadn’t moved away an inch. Dean released a relieved sigh and closed his eyes.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened from your point of view, and then I’ll fill in the blanks?”
Dean opened his eyes to glance at the horseman, but he was gone. So were both bottles of beer. Thieving bastard. In fact, the others hadn’t reacted to seeing the reaper at all. Huh. Sneaky, too.
Sam shifted on the stool.
“Cas said you woke up from a nap and wouldn’t respond when he tried to talk to you. You kept muttering about the electricity being out, but it wasn’t. Then you were sneaking around the house trying to be quiet and looking for something. You opened the door to my room and I asked if anything was wrong, but you reacted like I wasn’t even there. We followed you downstairs and Balthazar and Gabe tried to speak to you as well, but you couldn’t hear them either. Then you went outside, made a little ball of light in your hand and promptly freaked the fuck out. You started talking to someone we couldn’t see, then you were just gone.”
Gabe stepped forward and slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders.
“Couldn’t find you anywhere, boss. Never thought to look anywhen.”
Dean grunted in acknowledgement and Castiel finally stepped back to give him some room.
“Yeah, okay, so … I woke up from the nap and the house was dark and empty. Everything was off and I couldn’t sense you guys anywhere. I went outside and could barely see, so I conjured up the little sun and found myself surrounded by reapers.”
Sam tensed and Castiel gripped Dean by the wrist.
“What happened, Dean?”
The elder Winchester shrugged a shoulder and shook his head.
“I tried to talk to them. Tell them Death wanted them to come home, but it was like they were completely vacant behind the eyes. Then Crowley showed up.”
All three angels bristled and Bobby finally decided to speak up, hunkered down on the barstool Death had previously been residing in.
“That bastard was here? With all of us standing around? And we didn’t see him or sense him?”
Sam snapped his fingers and motioned at Gabriel with his head.
“Yeah! And shouldn’t the angels have been able to see the reapers?”
Dean shrugged again.
“I don’t know what to tell you, man. Death said that the reapers could alter my reality to make me see what they wanted me to see. Maybe with all of them together, and Crowley with his hands on the scythe, maybe they could mask it from you somehow. Anyway, Crowley came at me and I just flung myself away. Demanded my power take me to Death, and the next thing I knew I was at the Texas State Fair, thirty-one years ago.”
Sam chewed on his bottom lip.
“Because the horseman of Death was at the Texas State Fair.”
Dean laughed.
“Of course he was, Sam. Do you know how many fried foods they have at the place?”
Bobby snorted and scratched at his beard absently.
“So whadja learn, hanging out with your BFF, apocalypse horseman numero uno?”
“Besides the fact that the amount of fried food the man can put away is completely disproportionate to his size? Pretty much that Crowley has more control over the reapers than we’d previously thought, and that the corndogs from 1982 are really fucking delicious. Man, we didn’t know how good we had it before the whole kibosh on using honest-to-God grease was heaped upon us.”
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes in an epic bitchface.
“We were going crazy trying to find you, and you were eating? For hours?”
Dean smiled apologetically.
“Sorry, Sammy, but I was kinda stuck there? And I was hungry?”
His younger brother growled something with the potential to be mentally scarring, before he hopped off the barstool and started making his way to the staircase.
“Well, I’m done for the night. I’m heading to bed.”
Gabriel perked up and bounced along behind him for a second, before Sam turned and practically snarled at the angel.
“No. You’re not coming.”
The archangel pouted like a kid being pulled out of a candy store as Sam stomped his way up the stairs. Dean grinned. He knew something was going on there. Poor, poor delusional Sammy. His playing so hard to get was practically just chumming the waters for that particular angel. Gabriel turned back to look at Dean and smirked before flickering away. There was a pause of silence for the length of a couple breaths before Sam’s voice screeched from upstairs.
“GABRIEL!!”
Dean’s snicker was interrupted by a deep yawn. Balthazar had already wandered off to who knows where, and Bobby slapped a hand down on Dean’s shoulder for a good old manly squeeze goodnight. Dean watched the older man walk out of the cabin before turning back to face Cas. There was a Sammy-level of epic bitch-face coming from the angel and Dean swallowed so harshly that his throat clicked.
“Cas?”
The angel was glaring at Dean’s hand, so the ex-hunter followed his gaze down and … oh. The ring. Right. Castiel crossed his arms over his chest before raising his eyes to meet Dean’s and, rather impressively for a dude still learning to act human, arched a cynical eyebrow.
“What is that, Dean?”
Dean smiled softly and rubbed across the cool surface of the metal with his thumb. It felt so much better to have something back on his finger again.
“It’s a ring, Cas. I saw one at the fair that reminded me of the one I gave you. So Death kind of … created one for me. Of course he had to personalize it in a completely ridiculous, not really that funny sort of way. But he’s kind of odd like that.”
Castiel’s scowl deepened.
“A horseman of the apocalypse … the most notorious horseman of the four … made a ring. For you. And you accepted it?”
Dean blinked. He was obviously missing something here.
“Well … yeah? I wanted it because it looks just like my old one … and I figured … now we have matching ones? Kinda like …,”
His voice tapered off and he made a nonsensical motion with his hand, unsure of exactly how he wanted to end that sentence. For his part, Castiel had dropped his arms and his eyes were wide with surprise and something else Dean couldn’t quite place. Excitement, maybe? Hope? Dean licked his lips in a bout of sudden nerves. The angel’s gaze locked onto Dean’s mouth and a familiar flutter started up in his belly. He’s pretty sure if he had a tail it would be attempting to wag right off his ass at the moment. Dean traced his lips again slowly and Cas’ eyes went dark with desire. With a wicked grin Dean transported himself up to their room.
Castiel was right behind him, but when he reached for Dean, the human flickered away from him to the other side of the room. Cas blinked once before he turned to stalk toward him again. Dean pulled his own shirt off over his head quickly, and just when Cas reached out to grab him he flicked away again to the opposite corner of their bedroom. His lover whipped around to glare at him and began to viciously tug his clothes off and toss them towards the hamper. Dean grinned. Cas was always super careful with his clothes, but apparently a little teasing overrode that habit. Dean was tugging off his pants when the angel almost reached him again, and when he flickered away he left them behind.
“Dean!”
He chuckled as he watched Cas shuck off his pants and briefs in one go. Not surprisingly, the angel’s cock was already half mast and raring to go. Dean licked his bottom lip once before pulling it between his teeth and biting down. Castiel fucking growled as he stalked toward him and Dean shivered in response. He started to pull down his boxer briefs and flick away again, but Cas put on an unnatural burst of speed and gripped him around the waist to slam him up against the wall. Dean gasped and rolled his hips subconsciously. The angel’s mouth immediately latched on to his neck and began to suck and bite down the length of it.
Dean arched his back and tilted his head up towards the ceiling to give him more access. His arms had wound themselves around Cas’ shoulders, and the angel’s hands left his waist to slide under Dean’s briefs where he grabbed both globes of the human’s ass tightly. Dean made a hungry noise in the back of his throat. No matter how many times they did this together, it never got old or boring or repetitive. In fact, it seemed like the more times they had sex, the more Dean was fucking desperate for it. He groaned as one of Cas’ long fingers trailed down the cleft of his ass and ghosted over his hole.
“C-Cas…,”
The angel grunted against his neck before moving up to bite softly at Dean’s jaw. That finger was circling and twirling around him now, before it finally pushed against him softly. A firm pressure that was offering so much more. Dean whimpered and rotated his hips to ask for that more. With a rustle of feathers he suddenly found himself face down on the bed and sans underwear. Cas’ finger continued to tease at him even as the angel reached over to the bed stand to snag their bottle of lube. Dean spreads his legs so that Cas could settle back between them and shoved his arms under the pillow to grip the bed frame.
He sucked in a breath when cold lube suddenly dripped down between his cheeks and over Cas’ finger. That single digit took turns spreading the lube around thoroughly and pressing inside of him. Dean could only manage to groan and shake as one finger became two, and then three. He was panting into the pillow when Cas finally pulled them out completely and gripped Dean’s hips to pull him up onto his knees. Dean whined a little (fuck you, he’d dare you not to do it in the same situation) when he could make out the sound of Castiel slicking up his cock.
As usual, the first push made him tense up a little, but Cas was becoming an old pro at this and immediately began to soothe him with soft little coos of noise and a warm hand rubbing at the small of his back. When he finally felt himself begin to relax, Cas pushed in the rest of the way and Dean couldn’t help but keen at the stretch. The angel bent forward to place a kiss between the blades of his shoulders. He pulled out almost to the tip before thrusting gently back inside. Dean shifted his hips to improve the angle and sighed happily when it did.
“Dean … I would … I wish…,”
The human turned his head enough to see the flushed face of his lover behind him, soft pants of air escaping them both with every slap of hips.
“What… what do you want, Cas?”
Castiel groaned and closed his eyes as his fingers dug into the meat of Dean’s thighs.
“I … your wings. Can I see them?”
Dean smiled softly and patted Cas gently on the side.
“Pull out and lay down.”
The angel did so almost too eagerly, although he was sure not to hurt Dean when he removed himself. Dean pushed up into a kneel while Cas stretched out in the center of the mattress. With a deep breath, he pulled the power he needed to manifest them, and then his wings burst out behind him, both pairs arching high up towards the ceiling. Castiel gasped with delight and Dean just grinned smugly down at his lover before straddling the angel’s hips and reaching beneath to guide Cas’ cock back inside.
When his ass settled against Cas’ pelvis and he was fully seated, Dean released a shuddering sigh at the sensation of being filled once more. Castiel pulled his knees up so that he could plant his feet on the bed and Dean hummed happily as he began to swivel his hips in little figure eights. Cas groaned once, harsh and sounding almost pained, before thrusting upwards. Dean’s wings fluttered at the sensation and Cas’ gaze locked on to them. Pulling himself up until the angel’s cock was only barely inside of him, Dean pulled the pair of black wings forward and around his body until he could run the feathers along Castiel’s sides.
The angel mewled at the contact and then increased his speed to thrust up in earnest. Dean left the wings where they were and cried out at the pace Cas was setting.
“Fuck! Fuck! Cas!”
Each frantic push would punch a soft grunt straight out of Dean. The room was filled with the mingled sound of slapping flesh, rustling feathers and whispered little ‘ungh, ungh, ungh’ noises that Dean couldn’t stop if he even wanted to try. Cas was hitting his prostate with about every third drive and Dean’s own dick was damn near purple and leaking like a fountain. He left it alone. He had yet to come completely untouched before, but tonight’s sex was probably good enough to do it and he wanted to try. His balls were already starting to draw up tight.
One of the black wings stretched up far enough to brush delicately at Castiel’s face and the angel opened his mouth to lick at the feathers. Dean groaned at the sight before closing his eyes and dropping his head backwards. He was getting fucking close to shattering apart into a million pieces. Surging up with his trembling thigh muscles he started to slam himself down to meet each of Cas’ thrusts upwards. The angel cried out in shock, but didn’t slow his pace at all.
His orgasm caught him a little by surprise. Everything was feeling too much and too good and then his entire body was clenching up and he was rolling forward and coming all over Castiel’s stomach. White was bursting behind his eyelids and he could feel his hole clamping the angel’s cock like a vise. Cas sucked in a breath and gasped it out with Dean’s name upon his lips, then there was the odd little pressure of come being released inside his channel and Dean shivered.
Cas lost control of his legs and his feet slipped along the sheets until his limbs were splayed out straight on the bed again. Dean remained seated where he was. He knew it would take a couple minutes for the angel’s dick to completely soften, and he was never really eager to lose that fullness inside of him. Cas was panting to catch his breath and running his fingertips up and down Dean’s still twitching thighs. The ex-hunter reached his hands up high over his head for nice long stretch, arching his back and staring up at the ceiling. He flapped both sets of wings a couple times, reveling in the gentle gusts of breeze they created, before stretching them both up and out with a groan. When he glanced back down, Cas was just staring at him in awe.
“What’s up, Cas?”
The angel smiled softly, eyes trailing over Dean’s face and back towards his wings.
“You are so beautiful, Dean.”
The human flushed and dropped his gaze to the mess on Cas’ belly. He flicked his wrist and the come vanished.
“Nah. You’re the pretty one, babe.”
The dick in his ass had finally gone soft, so Dean sighed and slowly pulled himself off. He grimaced a little at the trickle that immediately followed it, but with a small burst of power, that was quickly cleaned up as well. He shifted sideways so he could lay flat on his belly beside his lover. His wings lowered until they were covering them both like blankets and Cas grinned at them warmly.
“I think you underestimate just how lovely you are, Dean.”
The human snorted and wrapped an arm tightly around Cas’ chest. He tucked his face into the curve of the angel’s neck and kissed the warm skin there. Sleep was coming up fast, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of fingers combing through his feathers. He mumbled softly right before he drifted off.
“Love you, Cas.”
The hands in his wings paused for a brief second.
“And I love you, Dean. Very much.”
Dean sighed in contentment before he finally drifted off.
CHAPTER FOUR