Dreaming of Reality Chapter 9
Title: Dreaming Of Reality
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Michael, OFC/OFC, Eventual Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Spoilers up to S5022 (Season 5 episode 22), Slash, Femslash, other warnings as they appear.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. Supernatural is owned by the awesome Eric Kirpke!
Chapter Rating: NC-17 (Sex, Male/Male)
Word count: 2949
Summary: One stupid spell and my whole world gets turned upside down and screwed over. Life is weird that way…But apparently this is normal for the Winchesters.
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A/N: Another sex chapter...please review and tell me how I am doing with the sexy stuff. Please... Again to avoid sex look for the XXX.
Dreaming of Reality | Chapter Nine|
One week later…
· Demmy ·
Never mind wanting a family, I was quickly discovering there was a downside to family. For instance Dean was the worst patient ever. He moaned, he complained and worse the sexual tension between Castiel and Dean was enough to drive a sane person to mass murder. Thank the goddess I no longer had my ability. I did not want to drown in that unresolved sexual tension. Sam and Gabriel were enough…
Speaking off. Apparently once you've resolved said sexual tension you spend every spare moment fucking. I didn't know what was safe to touch anymore because Gabriel kept leering at certain pieces of furniture. Bobby was still away helping hunter's around the country put down the junked up supernatural nasties and wasn't that a blessing, especially with the way Sam blushed around Bobby's desk and Gabriel's smirk just turned downright filthy.
My newly discovered twin brother wasn't any different I'm sad to report. At lest Eve and I were subtle. The eyes Michael kept making at Adam and the general frustrated air Adam kept dragging around let everyone know within a twenty mile radius that they'd yet to get down. And wasn't that another therapy session booked.
I tried to look on the bright side and completely ignore the sexual tension (or constant fucking in one case) and focus on the information we'd amassed so far.
Every supernatural monster in creation was hyper on Pagan power, which hadn't lessened at all and had only increased…which suggested that the Goddess was still here for some reason. Zachariah's imprint had shattered which hadn't just revealed the fact that I was Adam's twin but apparently that I had dusty blonde hair (try waking up to notice that your hair colour had changed overnight and it wasn't an elaborate prank concocted by a former trickster). Gabriel and Michael predicted that their brother would be joining us for dinner in two weeks time. We had their angel blades, the only problem was how to get close enough to Lucifer and stab him with them. The cage was a no go anymore and without another way to trap the daddy-issues angel we had no choice but to kill him. Plus we had the problem of two archangels who didn't want to have to stab Lucifer. He was after all their brother. Other then that Dean had been recovering well and we hoped he'd be up and moving in time for Judgement Day two.
But for that night I pushed everything aside and slid into bed with Eveael and let her knock me out for the rest of the night as I held her close.
· Adam ·
The past week had been a struggle. Demmy and the angels had said that Dean was recovering well but with the apocalypse 2.0 looming over us we all knew it would be a stretch for Dean to be fit and ready for the big day. He had been out of practice for over a year. Even so there was a profound difference in Dean's behaviour.
A year ago I'm pretty sure Dean would have shot Demmy on sight or at lest tried to lock her up. But Dean had actually talked to Demmy and interacted with her. Sure you could see the slight distrust in his eyes but he'd made an effort to really understand her and that was more then we'd hoped for.
Demmy often left Sam and me alone with Dean for some brotherly bonding. These moments quickly reduced to teasing Sam about his, now physical, relationship with the eccentric archangel. Dean was especially pleased to here about, what had now become, the 'Princess Samantha' moment.
"What's on your mind kiddo?" Dean asked.
"Just thinking about how much has happened in such a short time…Is it always this hectic for Winchester's?" I joked.
"Welcome to the good life kid." Dean laughed.
"We do tend to get ourselves into some of the worst situations." Sam provided.
"Must be magnets for trouble then." I laughed as I took a swig of my beer.
"Would be boring if we weren't. Trust me, normal is defiantly not the Winchester way." Dean grinned and winked.
"To the supernatural and making life interesting." Sam raised his bottle in a toast and Dean and I raised ours.
"I'll drink to that." Dean said as he took a large gulp.
"Any excuse really." I pointed out and Sam laughed as Dean glared playfully at me.
This is what my life had become now, shared jokes and beer as I bonded with my older half brothers…and the end of days in the distance again.
After we'd chugged down a few beers Sam had called it a night and forcibly removed Dean's alcohol whilst giving Nurse Castiel instructions that Dean consume no more beer that night. I'd blocked out the downright pornographic retort Dean had launched Castiel's way. It was safer for my psyche if I didn't acknowledge that my siblings even had sex.
I pulled Sam aside before we made our way upstairs, the situation with Dean and Cas had been bugging me slightly.
"Sam…No disrespect or anything but Dean just lost his girlfriend and his sort-of son. Why's he hitting on Cas so soon?" I asked my taller brother. The question had been burning in the back of my brain since Dean had first started making eyes at the angel. Sam frowned.
"Dean loved Lisa and Ben…But as family not…How do I put this…Dean loved Lisa but he wasn't in love with her. I think he's been in love with Castiel for a while now, maybe since they'd first met." Sam answered.
"Why didn't he stay with Cas after you and I went to hell?"
"Because I made him promise to go to Lisa. If he'd stayed with Cas what was to stop him from asking Cas to go yank us out? Besides I wanted Dean out of the hunting lifestyle and Lisa was his best option for that, honestly Cas was nearly human anyway I thought he'd go with Dean." Sam finished explaining and I nodded. It made sense. We may have joked about normal and how it wasn't us but the truth was that the Winchester line probably would seek out normality even if we knew we couldn't have it every time.
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After my talk with Sam I called it a night and prepared to settle into the double bed with Michael, who was already waiting for me reading some ancient tome that wasn't in English. The sight struck me as so domestic I stopped and stared for a moment.
"Adam?" Michael pulled of the round glasses he'd taken to wearing on occasion. He'd told me he felt more human with them even though as an angel he had perfect vision. I smiled.
"Nothing." I crawled onto the bed and gave my archangel a chaste kiss before climbing under the covers.
"If you are sure…" Michael prompted and rolled over to face him.
"It's fine. I just…never thought I'd be here with you. We were joking downstairs that Winchester's don't do normal but I think we do…it's just more eccentric then the average person's normal that's all." I rambled. Michael put his book down on the rickety bedside table with his glasses and turned to face me.
"I prefer Demmy's saying, 'there is no such thing as normal'. Sometimes what humans seek is already right before their very eyes. You just need to see it." He smiled as he kissed me and I melted into his embrace. Maybe Demmy was right and maybe I should stop trying to look for normality and just go with the flow. Nodding internally I gripped Michael's biceps and pushed. He went with the force even though we both knew if he'd wanted to stay put I wouldn't have been able to move him.
Keeping the contact with our lips I ran my hands over his arms and chest aimlessly, just mapping every curve and dip in the muscles. I licked at his lips begging for entrance and smirked at the shudder it sent through the archangel's body. His lips parted and our innocent kiss turned into something more passionate as our tongues entered into a lazy dance. Michael didn't protest as I took the lead and was content to run his hands lightly down my back just teasing the waistband of my boxers making me shiver with the promise of something more to come.
I nipped and licked teasingly at his bruised lips grinding my hips down against the angel's causing him to moan quietly as our cocks hardened with the friction. I pulled back slightly giving Michael a playful look as he panted lightly. I had a second to contemplate the sharp glint in his eyes before the tables were turned and I was staring up at the archangel a little disorientated by the fast move.
Michael dived forward pushing his tongue past my lips forcibly. I had no choice but to warp my arms around his neck and let him take control. I was quite happy to let the archangel take the lead, a part of me still needed for him to look after me and pinned beneath the angel wrapped in an intimate embrace as his hands wandered freely over my body I felt safe. I let the walls I'd built since leaving hell crumble with every brush of skin and every lick of his questing tongue.
"Michael please…" I begged quietly and the angel stopped for a moment and looked straight into my eyes. Our soft pants were the only sound in the room. What ever the archangel was looking for he must have found it as he nodded softly before capturing my lips in a slower but more passionate kiss. I ran my fingers through his soft short hair playing with the strands that led to his neck.
One of Michael's hands slipped between my back and the mattress lifting me up slightly and tucking me further into his chest as he tugged my boxers down my thighs. Once I was free of my only piece of clothing Michael leaned away to pull of his own boxers and t-shirt off and I contented myself with watching as his tanned muscled chest became visible to me. I sat up and flattened my hand over the angel's vessel's heart feeling the steady drum beat beneath his skin. Michael's hand rose to cover mine and we stared at each other for a moment before the archangel gently pushed me down onto the mattress again and leaned in.
Instead of going back to kissing me senseless his mouth ghosted over my jaw and down my neck, just breathing against my skin and barely touching me but it was enough to drive me mad. Michael's hands lightly caressed my stomach causing the muscles to twitch underneath his touch as I felt the heat rising from my core.
"Michael…" I groaned in frustration and the angel sucked and licked at my pulse point.
"Patience." Michael blew against the sensitive flesh and I let out a small cry.
"Just…Fuck me…" I mumbled between pants and Michael growled loudly, the sound echoing through my very soul, as he gripped my thigh tightly.
I thought I'd upset him for a moment as he pulled away. An apology was on the tip of my tongue but I never got to voice it as Michael's soft hand wrapped around my dick and slowly slid down to the base. The new sensations almost blew my mind and I knew that if my siblings didn't know I was getting hot and heavy with an angel then they did now.
Michael chuckled above me and leaned in again to swallow the moans escaping from my throat as he slid his hand up and down slowly. He teased at the slit barely touching the swollen flesh beneath his finger tips as he alternated between one finger tracing the veins and all five pumping me slowly. He wasn't increasing speed or friction even though I bucked into his hand developing a rhythm of my own. Eventually he ended his slow torture and raised his hand to his mouth licking the pre-cum off his fingers and then slipping the digits past his lips as he sucked on them one by one. The sight alone would have kept me hard from years to come.
Once each digit was generously coated in spit and I was close to the edge Michael lent in, his breaths warming my cheek as he whispered into my ear.
"This will hurt but you have to relax and trust me."
"I do trust you…"I whispered back my voice sounding broken after being pushed so close to the edge. Michael pulled me close and buried his face into my neck nuzzling softly as I gripped his shoulders tightly. His slick fingers ran a glistening trail down my chest brushing against my swollen cock before finding their mark. He circled my hole before sliding one finger in slowly. I tensed at the intrusion but gently relaxed as Michael whispered comforting words and endearments in my ear. I let his voice wash over me as he pushed another finger in and began a slow scissoring motion.
My fingernails were leaving small crescent shaped dents in his shoulders by the time he added a third finger. He didn't move any of the digits letting me adjust to the slight burn that raced up my spine.
"I'm ok…I'm ok…" I repeated quietly as Michael planted kiss after kiss along my jaw line. He settled in between my legs as he moved the digits in and out slowly at first before speeding up after I began moaning as the pain turned to pleasure. Eventually I was begging for more then his fingers.
The archangel pulled his fingers out and I whined at the loss. Michael lent in to capture my lips in a slow lazy kiss before I felt something bigger then three fingers press against my entrance. I screamed into Michael's mouth as he filled me.
"Shh…Adam…I won't move…Shh…" I heard Michael whisper to me and I was vaguely aware of him kissing away the tears that had fallen without my knowledge. Every where our skin touched felt like fire, a mixture of pain and pleasure as all my nerves where alive and buzzing.
"It's ok, you can move." I said after a few minutes. Michael shook his head in the curve of my neck. "Michael please move…Please…"
The archangel pulled back slowly and my breath hitched as the pain licked at the base of my spine.
"This is hurting you too much…"Michael whispered as he began to pull out completely. I gripped his arm tightly pulling him close.
"The pain will fade Mike but if you walk away now you can forget about us. I need you right now, you're the only constant in my life at the moment and the only person who makes me forget about the cage. I'm trusting you. With everything that I am, right now. If you get up and leave me now you're throwing that trust back in my face so choose carefully…" I snarled at the archangel and his eyes widened as I let lose everything I'd kept locked away.
I watched as several different emotions passed quickly through Michael's expressive blue eyes for several minutes before a soft smile graced his features and I finally relaxed.
"I love you Adam." I sucked in a breath as Michael confessed his true feelings. I shouldn't have been surprised really. After spending so much time with each other and learning every detail about one another's lives to anybody else it would have seemed the logical path of our relationship. I knew how I felt about the angel but I'd never dreamed that he would feel that way too.
"Please tell me I don't have to ask permission for your hand in marriage from your Dad…Because I love you too and he could actually smite me you know and I-." Michael cut me off mid ramble with a searing kiss.
"Shut up Adam?" I laughingly provided.
"Yes. Shut up Adam." Michael repeated with a beautiful smile. He captured my lips again as he pushed back in and I relaxed as much as I could just trying to feel all of the angel I loved.
When Michael pulled out and back in a third time the head of his dick brushed against something inside of me that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. I gasped and shivered in the angel's hold.
"Bloody hell, do that again!" I yelled and Michael pulled back and angled himself just right. I moaned loudly and clung to his shoulders as Mike continued his rhythm hitting the bundle of nerves again and again and again…
I could feel my body beginning to clench as I reached the edge and I threw my head back in ecstasy as I yelled Michael's name and my vision whitened.
I came back to earth to Michael's soft kisses and gentle hands. I could feel that he'd joined me over the edge and I squirmed a little in his grasp. Michael chuckled into my collarbone and snapped his fingers removing the uncomfortable feeling of both our cum from my body.
"Handy." I muttered running one of my hands through Michael's hair.
"As Gabriel would say there are certain perks to being an archangel." Michael smiled and we settled down together.
"Definite perks…" I mumbled sleepily as I tucked my head under Mike's and for once I drifted into a dreamless sleep without the help of his angel mojo.
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