[FIC] Everyone Needs a Little Down Time for heavenlyxbodies
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Everyone Needs A Little Downtime
Author: hitzusin
Recipient: heavenlyxbodies
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3245
Warnings: wing!porn, slight angst, fluff, little bit o’language
Spoilers: Set somewhere in S5, so spoilers for 5 though little is mentioned
Summary: Cas needs a break and Dean offers a back rub. Who knew they could be so enjoyable?
Author notes: 3,148 words. I hope this is to your liking, and that you enjoy it! Merry Christmas! :D
It was well past midnight, the television playing infomercials, when the flutter of wings and rustle of fabric startled Dean from his half-sober daze. His green eyes blinked, clearing away the daze as he looked up to the angel standing in the middle of the room looking rather ruffled, shoulders rolling uncomfortably. Castiel watched Dean for a moment, then glanced around the empty study, noting the absence of both Sam and the older hunter, Bobby -- as they were staying in the old man’s home for the time being.
“They’re gone, Bobby took Sam on a case, a state over.” Dean said as he sat up on the sofa, wincing just a bit, adjusting himself on the cushion.
“You’re hurt.” Castiel said as he stalked over and wordlessly reached out a hand, pressing two fingers to the hunter’s temple, the man blinking in surprise as he looked down at himself, grinning.
“Thanks, Cas.” He said, rolling his shoulders and arching his back. Thank god, he thought, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take being laid up for a whole ‘nother week while listening to Sam’s bitching about how he should be more careful and to stop acting like he had a death wish.
“You’re welcome, Dean.” Castiel said, standing there for a few moments, looking as if he’d like to ask or say something but won’t, and finally Dean sighed and made a motion for Cas to speak.
“C’mon, man, just spit it out. Got somethin’ on your mind?” Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey that sat on the floor next to his feet and poured himself a glass, then held it out to Cas but the angel merely shook his head. Dean shrugged and gulped it down, feeling he might be needing a few more if Cas kept watching him like that.
“If I may, I would like to .. rest here.” Castiel said, gesturing to the sofa Dean was currently seated on. The man shrugged and scooted over. “Sure, man, everyone needs a break sometimes.” And Cas definitely looked like he needed one.
The angel gave a short nod of thanks as he walked over to the sofa and dropped down onto its edge, sitting ram rod straight and stiff as a board, unmoving. Dean couldn’t help but chuckle a little and shook his head. “Cas, you’re supposed to relax. Sitting like that can’t be comfortable.” Castiel looked over to the hunter and raised a brow.
“What would you suggest then, Dean?” He asked, voice gruff and sounding slightly annoyed.
“Hey, hey, if you’re gonna be pissed then be pissed at someone else. I ain’t done shit but try to be nice to you. You’re the one that decided to drop in.” Dean grounded out in a huff as he downed the rest of his whiskey, not in the mood for pissy, tantrum-throwing angels.
Castiel let out a heavy sigh as he all but sunk back into the sofa, head tipping back against it as his eyes fluttered shut. “I apologize, Dean. I am not upset with you. I am .. annoyed and .. frustrated with my search for our Father. I have found nothing and I have searched all over the known world, and in Heaven itself. I do not understand why Father hides himself from us.” The angel said, a frown deep across his face, an expression Dean found he didn’t quite like.
“Don’t know what to tell you, Cas. Sometimes parents suck. Just gotta deal with it, you know?” The man said, giving an indifferent shrug as he poured himself another drink -- or would have if Castiel hadn’t grabbed the bottle from him. Dean watched as the angel put the bottle to his lip and tipped it back, draining it nearly all the way. He couldn’t help but grin. “Takes the edge off, doesn’t it?”
“A little, yes. I can see why many partake in this .. burning substance.” Castiel replied, handing the bottle back and arching one shoulder, then the other, a tiny pained expression moving across the angel’s face that would have otherwise gone unnoticed if not for the fact Dean was staring.
And then he realized he was staring and quickly looked away as he took a swig directly from the bottle. “Well, you know you’re welcome here any time you need a break. So c’mon, relax a little! That’s why you came here, right?”
“Mhmm.”
“So why don’t you look comfortable?” Dean asked, looking back over to where the angel was slouched on the sofa and by all rights should be cozy as a kitten but Dean could still see the pinched look on the angel’s face.
“I ..” Castiel paused, shifting on the sofa as he gave Dean a side-long glance before continuing. “My wings .. they are sore from flying, in the search for our Father.”
“Huh.” To be honest, Dean’s never even given Cas’ wings much thought beyond the night he first saw them in that barn -- well, their shadows at any rate. “D’you wanna back rub?” Dean asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them, the liquor loosening his tongue. He wasn’t normally the type to do or ask for such frivolous contact but the angel looked like he could use some pampering, and honestly he was kind hoping he’d be able to see Cas’ wings -- his real wings -- this time.
“A .. back rub?” Castiel asked, brow raising slightly. He opened his mouth to refuse but the earnest look on Dean’s face gave him pause and exhaling softly, lips tilting into a small smile he nodded his head. “Alright.”
“Okay,” Dean started as he moved to the edge of the low sitting sofa and motioned Cas to the floor. “Sit down here with your back to me.” He said, waiting for Cas to do as asked, and the angel did. Castiel moved from the sofa to the floor with graceful ease, folding his legs beneath him as he sat comfortably on the floor in front of Dean.
After a moment of thought, before Dean began, Castiel shed his overcoat, and suit jacket as well, folding them both up neatly and setting them to the side. “I am ready, Dean.”
Dean chuckled and nodded as he placed his hands on the angel’s shoulders, feeling him stiffen beneath his touch but slowly eased into it. Dean knew just how much trust Cas was putting in him by allowing him to be so informal, to touch him so casually -- something he was sure no other human had done before. “Hey, d’you wanna take your wings out?” He asked, trying to keep the hope and delight from his voice.
“If you think it will help,” Castiel said. “Please close your eyes.”
For once Dean didn’t question the command and closed his eyes, a bright light filling the room the moment he did, the rustle and flutter of wings sounding in the otherwise quiet room. His heart raced in anticipation. “You may open them.” Cas’ gravelly voice told him.
When he did they widened at the sight of the ash-grey wings spread out in front of him, protruding from Cas’ back, along his shoulder blades. “Holy shit.” Dean replied, and then. “I thought they’d be white ..” Still, the wings spread out wide in front of him were truly a sight to behold.
Castiel chuckled softly, shoulders shifting and when they did hundreds of feathers fluttered in response. The sight alone made his stomach twist in excitement. He had no doubt that no other human had ever been privy to see such a terrifyingly beautiful sight. “They were white, once. They will be again, though it will take some time.”
“They were?” He asked, surprised. “How’d they get this color?” The moment Dean asked he regretted it, not for the way Cas’ shoulders stiffened in response or the short intake of breath -- but because he already knew the answer. “Cas ..”
“Dean, please do not blame yourself for this, it is not your fault. I very well knew the damage going into Hell would cause. I do not regret it, Dean. I could never regret saving you.” Castiel said quietly, body relaxing as his wings shifted and brushed loosely against the wooden floor.
Dean said nothing -- there was nothing he could say or do to make up for what Cas had gone through for him .. keeps going through. He cleared his throat as he put his hands back to Cas’ shoulders and began working his fingers into hard, tense muscles, and slowly the angel began to relax more and more.
His fingers worked from Cas’ shoulders down across his upper back, over the blades of his shoulders and careful to move around the base of Cas’ wings. Dean was slowly working up to actually touching them when the wings suddenly flared out, causing the man to lean back in surprise, nearly jumping from the sofa all together. “Jesus, Cas! Warn a guy when you do that, will ya?”
“Apologies, Dean.” Castiel said, though the angel didn’t sound too sorry. “It is alright .. if you wish to touch them.”
And god, Dean did. He really, really did. But he didn’t, at least not yet. Instead he worked his hands around the base of Cas’ wings, kneading muscle and skin until Cas was once again relaxed, slouching somewhat against the sofa, as much as he could with his wings splayed out behind him.
Then Dean touched them, fingers working along the solid base where wing met skin and moved outward from there. His fingers settled into the soft downy feathers and he could feel them flutter against his hands and he couldn’t help but grin. A low groan sounded from the angel, causing Dean to stop, wondering if he had hurt Cas’ wings, been too rough with how sensitive they obviously were.
“Dean ..” Castiel murmured, voice low and even rougher than normal. “Don’t stop ..”
“Okay, Cas ..” Dean said, and continued, working his fingers through the soft feathers and up along the bony structure, amazed at how hard yet flexible Cas’ wings were. Dean frowned when he noticed many of the feathers were twisted and turned, and sought to correct it, fixing and smoothing them down carefully and as gently as he could manage.
The action caused Castiel to gasp and stiffen. “What are you doing, Dean?” He asked breathlessly, and fuck if that wasn’t a sound he’d love to hear again, his name spoken in such a soft yet demanding tone.
“Uh, well some of the feathers were all screwed up, so I was fixin’ ‘em.” Dean said carefully, hands stilling. “.. Was I not supposed to?”
“You were grooming my wings ..”
“Oh .. uh, sorry? I mean, is that like, against the rules up there or something?”
Castiel’s lips twitched in an amused smile as he shook his head. “No, it is not .. though it is usually done by those I am .. close to, such as my brothers or sisters.”
“So family, right. Sorry.” Dean said, pulling his hands back and trying to ignore the slight stinging ache in his chest.
“Dean, I did not say you should stop ..”
“But I ain’t family, remember?” He said, wincing as it came out more bitter than he had intended, hating that he sounded like some wounded teenage girl.
“No,” Castiel said as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Dean, “You are much more important.”
“I .. Cas ..” Dean muttered, heart thudding heavily in his chest as he stared in surprise at Cas, watching the way the angel’s eyes moved down the length of his seated form before rising back up to his face. “Continue, Dean.”
Wordlessly Dean obeyed when the angel turned back again, alternating between massaging Cas’ back and grooming his wings, fixing the twisted feathers and smoothing them back in place, one by one. He was keenly aware of how Cas reacted each time; the way he arched back slightly into his touch, the way the feathers fluttered and bristled, wings twitching as if unable to keep still. Castiel’s breath picked up as well, and Dean couldn’t help it when he nestled is hands deep into Cas’ ash-grey wings and pulled.
“Dean!” Castiel cried out, body arching back as he panted, mouth open and eyes wide, nearly black with lust. Dean never really thought he would ever find another man this sexy, but this wasn’t just another guy he told himself, it was Cas. And that made it different, better. This was the person -- being -- that pulled him out of hell, that gave a damn about him enough to save him, to breathe life into his once still and torn body -- a body he knew better than the vessel he wore.
“Cas..” Dean groaned as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the back of Cas’ neck, tasting warm skin and hearing Cas moan in reply, feeling him press back against him. His fingers scraped down the grey feathers, making the angel moan again, wings fluttering restlessly.
“Dean, please ..” Castiel breathed, his hands scrabbling to reach back and grasp at Dean’s pant legs, seeking contact.
The man grinned as he trailed his lips across the back of Cas’ neck up to his ear where he whispered quietly, “Please what, Cas? What do you want? Want me to keep touchin’ em? Run my fingers through them?”
“Yes, Dean, please ..” The angel choked out, wings flaring out and back, brushing against Dean’s skin in a soft caress. “Anything .. anything you want .. Dean ..”
This hadn’t been exactly what he was going for when he offered Cas the back rub -- well, back and wing rub -- but now that they were here -- wherever this was -- he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He hadn’t felt desire and want like this in a long damn time, and never had he wanted another man before but fuck he wanted Cas.
Dean licked his lips as he pulled his hands away and sat back. “Get up, Cas.” He murmured, watching as the angel stood fluidly and turned. Castiel’s normally expressionless face was flushed and his eyes dark, blown out with lust, honed in directly on Dean.
And then Castiel was on him, pushing Dean back into the sofa and claiming the man’s lips in a biting kiss, licking into his mouth as he crawled into Dean’s lap, legs splayed on either side of the hunter’s thighs as if reading his mind -- and shit, he probably was. Dean’s hands fell to Cas’ hips as he pulled roughly at the angel, pushing up and grinding against him. Both men moaned at the contact, the needed friction between them.
Pulling back, Castiel panted quietly as he dotted Dean’s face with small, warm kisses. “Dean .. Dean ..” The shorter man groaned as he began rocking against the hunter needily, and Dean wrapped his arms around Cas to bury his hands deep in the other man’s wings, making the angel keen in pleasure, hips jerking roughly.
It was hot, really, really hot, watching Cas move above him, against him. The way his hooded eyes, almost demon-black, never left his face, the way his lips parted as he panted his name like a prayer on the tip of his tongue. It was more intoxicating than any liquor he could drink.
Then Dean rolled them over, pinning Cas against the back of the sofa as he drove against him, hips thrusting jerkily against Cas, his hands gripping hard into the angel’s soft, downy wings that were now trapped uncomfortably against the sofa. He watched as they fluttered and bristled, flared as much as they could and twitched as Cas’ hips jerked up, rubbing against him like a cat in heat, right hand gripping his marked shoulder.
“Dean!” Castiel gasped, head leaning up to catch Dean’s lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue delving into the man’s mouth, tasting and taking. “Harder, please, harder.” And when Dean rocked roughly against the angel Castiel shook his head, grabbed Dean’s arm and tugged, causing the man’s grip in the angel’s wings to jerk. “Nnn, yes! Dean!”
“Fuck, Cas ..” Was all Dean could say as he roughly pulled at Cas’ wings, causing the angel to cry out, body rocking up hard against him.
They moved in unison, pressing and rocking against one another until both reached the same end, slaking their need with each pump of their hips grinding against one another. Dean’s hands smoothed down Cas’ wings, loosening his tight grip on them as Castiel panted breathless beneath him, both sticky with their ebbing pleasure.
Pulling back Dean braced one hand on the back of the sofa as he looked down at Castiel, the man’s hair sticking up at all angles, eyes hooded and staring up at him, lips swollen and kiss-bruised. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss Cas again and again and again, his chest constricting pleasantly at the feel of the angel’s lips smiling against his own.
“Pretty great stress reliever, huh?” Dean said, grinning.
“Mm, indeed it is.” Castiel agreed, his hand coming up to gingerly rest over Dean’s chest, slender fingers stroking softly.
“So uh, how long have you, you know .. wanted this?” Dean asked, gesturing between them with his hand and watching the other man carefully, looking for any sign of regret, surprised that he himself had none.
“I think ..” The angel started, head tilting in that curious, confused way of his that was kinda-sorta-maybe a little adorable. “Since the beginning.”
Dean’s face went slack with surprise, chest clenching. “Yeah?”
“Yes, Dean, and you?”
His mouth opened and closed several times before he was able to answer. “I don’t know, honestly .. but probably ..” Dean licked his lips as he glanced away for a moment, just over Cas’ shoulder. “Probably the moment I saw your wings.”
Castiel frowned, brows furrowed as he stared at Dean, “Which time are you referring to?” He asked confusedly.
Dean just grinned, eyes crinkling and dancing with mischief. “I’ll let you figure that one out.” He said, and laughed at the sour expression the angel gave him. “It doesn’t change anything tho, I still want this.” Dean murmured seriously, as his hands slid down to rest casually against Cas’ hips. “I mean, if you want ..”
“I do, Dean, very much.” Castiel whispered as he closed the distance between them, lips pressing a soft kiss to Dean’s own, almost reverently, like he were afraid Dean might suddenly change his mind.
But he won’t, he can’t, now that he’d had a taste of Cas and what being with the angel offered. “Y’know .. we got some time before Bobby and Sam’ll be back .. and I still haven’t finished grooming your wings ..”
“Mmm, no you haven’t ..”
“So what say you and me head upstai--” The words were cut off as the world spun around them and Dean suddenly found himself falling onto his back, a soft mattress beneath him. “Did you just angel mojo us upstairs?”
“... Yes.”
“You are somethin’ else, Cas. You know that?” Dean said with a laugh, shoulders shaking while Castiel sat atop of him, looking unamused as ever, which only made Dean laugh even harder.
“Dean.”
“Yeah, Cas?”
“I would like to have sex now.”
The hunter grinned as he rolled them over, pinning Cas down beneath his solid weight and shivering at the sensation of Cas’ still very visible wings ghosting across his back.
“Anything you want, Cas. Anything you want.”
Title: Everyone Needs A Little Downtime
Author: hitzusin
Recipient: heavenlyxbodies
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3245
Warnings: wing!porn, slight angst, fluff, little bit o’language
Spoilers: Set somewhere in S5, so spoilers for 5 though little is mentioned
Summary: Cas needs a break and Dean offers a back rub. Who knew they could be so enjoyable?
Author notes: 3,148 words. I hope this is to your liking, and that you enjoy it! Merry Christmas! :D
It was well past midnight, the television playing infomercials, when the flutter of wings and rustle of fabric startled Dean from his half-sober daze. His green eyes blinked, clearing away the daze as he looked up to the angel standing in the middle of the room looking rather ruffled, shoulders rolling uncomfortably. Castiel watched Dean for a moment, then glanced around the empty study, noting the absence of both Sam and the older hunter, Bobby -- as they were staying in the old man’s home for the time being.
“They’re gone, Bobby took Sam on a case, a state over.” Dean said as he sat up on the sofa, wincing just a bit, adjusting himself on the cushion.
“You’re hurt.” Castiel said as he stalked over and wordlessly reached out a hand, pressing two fingers to the hunter’s temple, the man blinking in surprise as he looked down at himself, grinning.
“Thanks, Cas.” He said, rolling his shoulders and arching his back. Thank god, he thought, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take being laid up for a whole ‘nother week while listening to Sam’s bitching about how he should be more careful and to stop acting like he had a death wish.
“You’re welcome, Dean.” Castiel said, standing there for a few moments, looking as if he’d like to ask or say something but won’t, and finally Dean sighed and made a motion for Cas to speak.
“C’mon, man, just spit it out. Got somethin’ on your mind?” Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey that sat on the floor next to his feet and poured himself a glass, then held it out to Cas but the angel merely shook his head. Dean shrugged and gulped it down, feeling he might be needing a few more if Cas kept watching him like that.
“If I may, I would like to .. rest here.” Castiel said, gesturing to the sofa Dean was currently seated on. The man shrugged and scooted over. “Sure, man, everyone needs a break sometimes.” And Cas definitely looked like he needed one.
The angel gave a short nod of thanks as he walked over to the sofa and dropped down onto its edge, sitting ram rod straight and stiff as a board, unmoving. Dean couldn’t help but chuckle a little and shook his head. “Cas, you’re supposed to relax. Sitting like that can’t be comfortable.” Castiel looked over to the hunter and raised a brow.
“What would you suggest then, Dean?” He asked, voice gruff and sounding slightly annoyed.
“Hey, hey, if you’re gonna be pissed then be pissed at someone else. I ain’t done shit but try to be nice to you. You’re the one that decided to drop in.” Dean grounded out in a huff as he downed the rest of his whiskey, not in the mood for pissy, tantrum-throwing angels.
Castiel let out a heavy sigh as he all but sunk back into the sofa, head tipping back against it as his eyes fluttered shut. “I apologize, Dean. I am not upset with you. I am .. annoyed and .. frustrated with my search for our Father. I have found nothing and I have searched all over the known world, and in Heaven itself. I do not understand why Father hides himself from us.” The angel said, a frown deep across his face, an expression Dean found he didn’t quite like.
“Don’t know what to tell you, Cas. Sometimes parents suck. Just gotta deal with it, you know?” The man said, giving an indifferent shrug as he poured himself another drink -- or would have if Castiel hadn’t grabbed the bottle from him. Dean watched as the angel put the bottle to his lip and tipped it back, draining it nearly all the way. He couldn’t help but grin. “Takes the edge off, doesn’t it?”
“A little, yes. I can see why many partake in this .. burning substance.” Castiel replied, handing the bottle back and arching one shoulder, then the other, a tiny pained expression moving across the angel’s face that would have otherwise gone unnoticed if not for the fact Dean was staring.
And then he realized he was staring and quickly looked away as he took a swig directly from the bottle. “Well, you know you’re welcome here any time you need a break. So c’mon, relax a little! That’s why you came here, right?”
“Mhmm.”
“So why don’t you look comfortable?” Dean asked, looking back over to where the angel was slouched on the sofa and by all rights should be cozy as a kitten but Dean could still see the pinched look on the angel’s face.
“I ..” Castiel paused, shifting on the sofa as he gave Dean a side-long glance before continuing. “My wings .. they are sore from flying, in the search for our Father.”
“Huh.” To be honest, Dean’s never even given Cas’ wings much thought beyond the night he first saw them in that barn -- well, their shadows at any rate. “D’you wanna back rub?” Dean asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them, the liquor loosening his tongue. He wasn’t normally the type to do or ask for such frivolous contact but the angel looked like he could use some pampering, and honestly he was kind hoping he’d be able to see Cas’ wings -- his real wings -- this time.
“A .. back rub?” Castiel asked, brow raising slightly. He opened his mouth to refuse but the earnest look on Dean’s face gave him pause and exhaling softly, lips tilting into a small smile he nodded his head. “Alright.”
“Okay,” Dean started as he moved to the edge of the low sitting sofa and motioned Cas to the floor. “Sit down here with your back to me.” He said, waiting for Cas to do as asked, and the angel did. Castiel moved from the sofa to the floor with graceful ease, folding his legs beneath him as he sat comfortably on the floor in front of Dean.
After a moment of thought, before Dean began, Castiel shed his overcoat, and suit jacket as well, folding them both up neatly and setting them to the side. “I am ready, Dean.”
Dean chuckled and nodded as he placed his hands on the angel’s shoulders, feeling him stiffen beneath his touch but slowly eased into it. Dean knew just how much trust Cas was putting in him by allowing him to be so informal, to touch him so casually -- something he was sure no other human had done before. “Hey, d’you wanna take your wings out?” He asked, trying to keep the hope and delight from his voice.
“If you think it will help,” Castiel said. “Please close your eyes.”
For once Dean didn’t question the command and closed his eyes, a bright light filling the room the moment he did, the rustle and flutter of wings sounding in the otherwise quiet room. His heart raced in anticipation. “You may open them.” Cas’ gravelly voice told him.
When he did they widened at the sight of the ash-grey wings spread out in front of him, protruding from Cas’ back, along his shoulder blades. “Holy shit.” Dean replied, and then. “I thought they’d be white ..” Still, the wings spread out wide in front of him were truly a sight to behold.
Castiel chuckled softly, shoulders shifting and when they did hundreds of feathers fluttered in response. The sight alone made his stomach twist in excitement. He had no doubt that no other human had ever been privy to see such a terrifyingly beautiful sight. “They were white, once. They will be again, though it will take some time.”
“They were?” He asked, surprised. “How’d they get this color?” The moment Dean asked he regretted it, not for the way Cas’ shoulders stiffened in response or the short intake of breath -- but because he already knew the answer. “Cas ..”
“Dean, please do not blame yourself for this, it is not your fault. I very well knew the damage going into Hell would cause. I do not regret it, Dean. I could never regret saving you.” Castiel said quietly, body relaxing as his wings shifted and brushed loosely against the wooden floor.
Dean said nothing -- there was nothing he could say or do to make up for what Cas had gone through for him .. keeps going through. He cleared his throat as he put his hands back to Cas’ shoulders and began working his fingers into hard, tense muscles, and slowly the angel began to relax more and more.
His fingers worked from Cas’ shoulders down across his upper back, over the blades of his shoulders and careful to move around the base of Cas’ wings. Dean was slowly working up to actually touching them when the wings suddenly flared out, causing the man to lean back in surprise, nearly jumping from the sofa all together. “Jesus, Cas! Warn a guy when you do that, will ya?”
“Apologies, Dean.” Castiel said, though the angel didn’t sound too sorry. “It is alright .. if you wish to touch them.”
And god, Dean did. He really, really did. But he didn’t, at least not yet. Instead he worked his hands around the base of Cas’ wings, kneading muscle and skin until Cas was once again relaxed, slouching somewhat against the sofa, as much as he could with his wings splayed out behind him.
Then Dean touched them, fingers working along the solid base where wing met skin and moved outward from there. His fingers settled into the soft downy feathers and he could feel them flutter against his hands and he couldn’t help but grin. A low groan sounded from the angel, causing Dean to stop, wondering if he had hurt Cas’ wings, been too rough with how sensitive they obviously were.
“Dean ..” Castiel murmured, voice low and even rougher than normal. “Don’t stop ..”
“Okay, Cas ..” Dean said, and continued, working his fingers through the soft feathers and up along the bony structure, amazed at how hard yet flexible Cas’ wings were. Dean frowned when he noticed many of the feathers were twisted and turned, and sought to correct it, fixing and smoothing them down carefully and as gently as he could manage.
The action caused Castiel to gasp and stiffen. “What are you doing, Dean?” He asked breathlessly, and fuck if that wasn’t a sound he’d love to hear again, his name spoken in such a soft yet demanding tone.
“Uh, well some of the feathers were all screwed up, so I was fixin’ ‘em.” Dean said carefully, hands stilling. “.. Was I not supposed to?”
“You were grooming my wings ..”
“Oh .. uh, sorry? I mean, is that like, against the rules up there or something?”
Castiel’s lips twitched in an amused smile as he shook his head. “No, it is not .. though it is usually done by those I am .. close to, such as my brothers or sisters.”
“So family, right. Sorry.” Dean said, pulling his hands back and trying to ignore the slight stinging ache in his chest.
“Dean, I did not say you should stop ..”
“But I ain’t family, remember?” He said, wincing as it came out more bitter than he had intended, hating that he sounded like some wounded teenage girl.
“No,” Castiel said as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Dean, “You are much more important.”
“I .. Cas ..” Dean muttered, heart thudding heavily in his chest as he stared in surprise at Cas, watching the way the angel’s eyes moved down the length of his seated form before rising back up to his face. “Continue, Dean.”
Wordlessly Dean obeyed when the angel turned back again, alternating between massaging Cas’ back and grooming his wings, fixing the twisted feathers and smoothing them back in place, one by one. He was keenly aware of how Cas reacted each time; the way he arched back slightly into his touch, the way the feathers fluttered and bristled, wings twitching as if unable to keep still. Castiel’s breath picked up as well, and Dean couldn’t help it when he nestled is hands deep into Cas’ ash-grey wings and pulled.
“Dean!” Castiel cried out, body arching back as he panted, mouth open and eyes wide, nearly black with lust. Dean never really thought he would ever find another man this sexy, but this wasn’t just another guy he told himself, it was Cas. And that made it different, better. This was the person -- being -- that pulled him out of hell, that gave a damn about him enough to save him, to breathe life into his once still and torn body -- a body he knew better than the vessel he wore.
“Cas..” Dean groaned as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the back of Cas’ neck, tasting warm skin and hearing Cas moan in reply, feeling him press back against him. His fingers scraped down the grey feathers, making the angel moan again, wings fluttering restlessly.
“Dean, please ..” Castiel breathed, his hands scrabbling to reach back and grasp at Dean’s pant legs, seeking contact.
The man grinned as he trailed his lips across the back of Cas’ neck up to his ear where he whispered quietly, “Please what, Cas? What do you want? Want me to keep touchin’ em? Run my fingers through them?”
“Yes, Dean, please ..” The angel choked out, wings flaring out and back, brushing against Dean’s skin in a soft caress. “Anything .. anything you want .. Dean ..”
This hadn’t been exactly what he was going for when he offered Cas the back rub -- well, back and wing rub -- but now that they were here -- wherever this was -- he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He hadn’t felt desire and want like this in a long damn time, and never had he wanted another man before but fuck he wanted Cas.
Dean licked his lips as he pulled his hands away and sat back. “Get up, Cas.” He murmured, watching as the angel stood fluidly and turned. Castiel’s normally expressionless face was flushed and his eyes dark, blown out with lust, honed in directly on Dean.
And then Castiel was on him, pushing Dean back into the sofa and claiming the man’s lips in a biting kiss, licking into his mouth as he crawled into Dean’s lap, legs splayed on either side of the hunter’s thighs as if reading his mind -- and shit, he probably was. Dean’s hands fell to Cas’ hips as he pulled roughly at the angel, pushing up and grinding against him. Both men moaned at the contact, the needed friction between them.
Pulling back, Castiel panted quietly as he dotted Dean’s face with small, warm kisses. “Dean .. Dean ..” The shorter man groaned as he began rocking against the hunter needily, and Dean wrapped his arms around Cas to bury his hands deep in the other man’s wings, making the angel keen in pleasure, hips jerking roughly.
It was hot, really, really hot, watching Cas move above him, against him. The way his hooded eyes, almost demon-black, never left his face, the way his lips parted as he panted his name like a prayer on the tip of his tongue. It was more intoxicating than any liquor he could drink.
Then Dean rolled them over, pinning Cas against the back of the sofa as he drove against him, hips thrusting jerkily against Cas, his hands gripping hard into the angel’s soft, downy wings that were now trapped uncomfortably against the sofa. He watched as they fluttered and bristled, flared as much as they could and twitched as Cas’ hips jerked up, rubbing against him like a cat in heat, right hand gripping his marked shoulder.
“Dean!” Castiel gasped, head leaning up to catch Dean’s lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue delving into the man’s mouth, tasting and taking. “Harder, please, harder.” And when Dean rocked roughly against the angel Castiel shook his head, grabbed Dean’s arm and tugged, causing the man’s grip in the angel’s wings to jerk. “Nnn, yes! Dean!”
“Fuck, Cas ..” Was all Dean could say as he roughly pulled at Cas’ wings, causing the angel to cry out, body rocking up hard against him.
They moved in unison, pressing and rocking against one another until both reached the same end, slaking their need with each pump of their hips grinding against one another. Dean’s hands smoothed down Cas’ wings, loosening his tight grip on them as Castiel panted breathless beneath him, both sticky with their ebbing pleasure.
Pulling back Dean braced one hand on the back of the sofa as he looked down at Castiel, the man’s hair sticking up at all angles, eyes hooded and staring up at him, lips swollen and kiss-bruised. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss Cas again and again and again, his chest constricting pleasantly at the feel of the angel’s lips smiling against his own.
“Pretty great stress reliever, huh?” Dean said, grinning.
“Mm, indeed it is.” Castiel agreed, his hand coming up to gingerly rest over Dean’s chest, slender fingers stroking softly.
“So uh, how long have you, you know .. wanted this?” Dean asked, gesturing between them with his hand and watching the other man carefully, looking for any sign of regret, surprised that he himself had none.
“I think ..” The angel started, head tilting in that curious, confused way of his that was kinda-sorta-maybe a little adorable. “Since the beginning.”
Dean’s face went slack with surprise, chest clenching. “Yeah?”
“Yes, Dean, and you?”
His mouth opened and closed several times before he was able to answer. “I don’t know, honestly .. but probably ..” Dean licked his lips as he glanced away for a moment, just over Cas’ shoulder. “Probably the moment I saw your wings.”
Castiel frowned, brows furrowed as he stared at Dean, “Which time are you referring to?” He asked confusedly.
Dean just grinned, eyes crinkling and dancing with mischief. “I’ll let you figure that one out.” He said, and laughed at the sour expression the angel gave him. “It doesn’t change anything tho, I still want this.” Dean murmured seriously, as his hands slid down to rest casually against Cas’ hips. “I mean, if you want ..”
“I do, Dean, very much.” Castiel whispered as he closed the distance between them, lips pressing a soft kiss to Dean’s own, almost reverently, like he were afraid Dean might suddenly change his mind.
But he won’t, he can’t, now that he’d had a taste of Cas and what being with the angel offered. “Y’know .. we got some time before Bobby and Sam’ll be back .. and I still haven’t finished grooming your wings ..”
“Mmm, no you haven’t ..”
“So what say you and me head upstai--” The words were cut off as the world spun around them and Dean suddenly found himself falling onto his back, a soft mattress beneath him. “Did you just angel mojo us upstairs?”
“... Yes.”
“You are somethin’ else, Cas. You know that?” Dean said with a laugh, shoulders shaking while Castiel sat atop of him, looking unamused as ever, which only made Dean laugh even harder.
“Dean.”
“Yeah, Cas?”
“I would like to have sex now.”
The hunter grinned as he rolled them over, pinning Cas down beneath his solid weight and shivering at the sensation of Cas’ still very visible wings ghosting across his back.
“Anything you want, Cas. Anything you want.”