In Hopes of a Garden - Part Three: Scent of a Smile
Title: In Hopes of a Garden
Subtitle: Scent of a Smile
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,797
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sexual content, toying with fate
'This entire scenario is stupid,' was Dean's first thought in the morning. 'When your best friend swallows Purgatory and goes off on some random mission, screwing him is not a solution.' Damn, it was like Dean downloaded Sam into his head and that pissed him off, so he discarded the thought. Who cared if it was a bad idea?
He rolled over, surprised that his body wasn't sore from the prior night's athletics. He suspected that Cas might've healed any sore muscles while he was sleeping.
Dean felt a pang of guilt suddenly. He'd ask Cas to live out one of his fantasies - and holy hell it had been incredible - but maybe it hadn't been the best way to introduce the angel - former angel, whatever he was now - to sex.
"Actually, it was perfect," Castiel said quietly in Dean's ear.
"Hey, don't - telepath me or whatever."
"Guilt is loud, Dean," Cas replied. "And surprising. You've nothing to feel guilty for." Cas leaned down and placed a quiet kiss on Dean's forehead. "Thank you, Dean."
"You mean thank you."
Cas's face reflected his confusion, and he cocked his head just like he used to back before - before whatever the hell was happening now.
"Balthazar is calling me," Cas replied.
"Your frat bro wants to throw another kegger?"
Clearly Cas had no idea what that question meant, but he replied, "Unrest in Heaven. I have to go. I'm - "
"It's okay. If you have a minute later, maybe drop back in?" Dean asked.
"I will."
And he was gone.
Castiel had remained in the motel room for the entire night, watching as Dean slept. The power inside of the former angel burned more potently than a supernova, but it quelled at the sight of Dean's vulnerable, unconscious body.
The desire to possess Dean, to own him, roared inside of him, and there were more than a few minutes when he almost submitted to those clawing, demanding urges. But he knew Dean would have none of it.
In many of his sexual fantasies, Dean played a submissive or even dominated role, but Cas wasn't fooled. The fantasies were more complex than the surface, just as Dean was. His desire to be dominated, above all else, was rooted in his desperation to trust, to be vulnerable with someone in a way that was raw and, ultimately, safe. Dean's sexual interest in submitting had nothing to do with being passive but instead related to his enjoyment of another kind of power. After all, the submissive partner was the one in control, since he decided what was acceptable and what was too much.
At least, that was as much as Castiel could glean from the hunter's resting soul. Part of him wondered if he could stare into Dean Winchester forever, the bright prism of his soul breaking every slant of light into magnificent colors.
"You aren't concerned, then?" Balthazar asked.
"About what, exactly?"
"That your boyfriend has a plan to undermine you."
"You mean the plan you went to the Winchesters to talk about?" Cas asked.
"Yes, that one," Balthazar replied unabashed.
"Balthazar, you told me there was unrest in Heaven," Cas said. "I see no such thing."
"Ah, because Gideon quelled it. I offered to plead on his behalf."
"Pleading? You?"
"Well, talk at you anyway."
"Why did you call me here?"
"One of Raphael's soldiers, Calcifer, threatened Hannah's new position. When he went to act on this, Gideon attacked. As far as I can tell, he did try hard no to, you know, kill him."
"And Hannah?"
"What? Oh, she's fine."
"Send Gideon to me."
"Cas, you're right. Pleading isn't my thing, but he killed his own ally, someone from his side, to protect another angel."
"Send Gideon to me."
"Very well."
Castiel thought about destroying Gideon as some kind of ultimate example, but Raphael had exploded under Castiel's wrath. An archangel was a far better example to set than someone like Gideon, especially because his trespass, breaking the no-violence-between-angels rule, had protected Hannah.
"Calcifer sowed discord," Cas said. "I understand why you did what you did. But that doesn't make it acceptable."
Gideon bowed his head, ready for the punishment of death.
"What do you think your penance should be?" Castiel asked him.
"I...do not know."
"Calcifer was your friend, wasn't he?"
"He was. And a good brother. As Hannah is a good sister."
"Put up your blade," Castiel replied. "And aid Joshua in the Garden."
"The Garden?" Gideon asked. It was a place of privilege among angels, not a place of punishment. "I don't deserve to walk there."
"You are an angel of the same Father as me and ever loyal to him, and therefore you do deserve to walk there. For a year, you will put up your sword and tend the garden. Will you abide?"
"I will. Thank - thank you."
"This is not an order," Castiel replied. "But guidance. Never call me for judgment, brother. It is not my place."
With that, Cas left Heaven again.
Dean had finished packing when Balthazar suddenly appeared in his motel room.
"So, you do have a plan after all," Balthazar said happily.
"You ever hear of knocking?" Dean sniped.
"Of course, but what point would there be? You'd hardly let me in."
"On that note, I'm on my way out, so - "
Balthazar blocked the door.
"Seriously?"
"I would like to avoid dying this time," Balthazar said. "So what are you planning?"
"Nothing," Dean replied.
"Nothing?"
"That's what I just said."
"I'm sorry, so you just screwed a very confused, hyper-powered angel that lied to you for months because... why?"
"Balthazar, go away."
"You can't possibly be that stupid," Balthazar continued. "To let your heart rule your head, or in this case, your survival instincts. You must have something up your sleeve."
"Is this the 'unrest' in Heaven?" Dean asked shrewdly.
"Hardly," Balthazar said through gritted teeth.
"There is no plan," Dean replied. "Leave me alone."
Balthazar squinted, sizing the hunter up. "You are that stupid."
After the annoying angel disappeared, Dean loaded up his car. A nagging sensation burrowed into his stomach; that look Balthazar gave him, it was like he saw something. A voice whispered in his head that Castiel had mojoed him into it somehow, overcast his mind.
Dean shook it off. He remembered what happened; Balthazar came down just to annoy him, nothing more.
Dean drove off, not realizing that he left an invisible Balthazar cursing in his wake. Dean had thrown the angel's doubt spell off with unusual ease -
"Balthazar," a familiar voice said.
The angel spun around and came face to face with Atropos.
"Ah, it's you again."
"Stay out of this," she instructed.
"This? What's this?" Balthazar asked. "Isn't anyone else concerned with what's actually going on?"
"Fate has set Dean Winchester on a path," Atropos replied. "Your interference won't amount to anything."
"Is that so?" Balthazar said, pulling out his blade.
"Please," she replied, dismissing him entirely. "This is too big for the likes of you. I recommend you go back to Heaven and deal with your siblings."
"And why should I do that?"
Atropos gave him a knowing smile. "Because angels play follow the leader. They mimic the behavior of the one in charge, or they try to. Right now, all the angels are looking at Castiel. They're being guided by Anna, and Anna alone."
"What's your point?" Balthazar growled.
"I don't want to hear you pissing and moaning for the rest of eternity, that's the point!" Atropos yelled.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"At this rate, all the angels are trying to be like Anna and Castiel. So tell me, Balthazar, how will you fair with all your siblings like that, forever?"
"That's ghastly," Balthazar said. "Don't say things like that - "
Atropos gave him a knowing smile. "Then get off your ass and do your damn job. Otherwise it'll be on your head forever!"
"Who're you to tell me what to do?"
"Fate," she said.
"Screw 'Fate,' you were a hot mess a few months ago, don't give me - "
"Fate with a new level of confidence," she said.
Then she disappeared.
Balthazar thought for a moment that this all must be some colossal joke. If Anna and Castiel were the ones his siblings took after, then they would all perpetually have sticks up their asses - forever. The entire Heavenly Host! Not a single laugh or joke among any of them, other than chaste smiles over the prancing humans beneath them on Earth.
That, easily, was worse than being dead. He immediately returned to his place in Heaven. By his Father, he'd figure out how to get at least some of them to misbehave.
"It's just another night," Dean said into his phone.
"You've been gone for over a week. This was supposed to be an easy case," Sam replied.
"I'm too tired to finish the drive. You want me to fall asleep behind the wheel?" Dean countered.
"No, of course not - "
"Then stop making everything a Dr. Phil moment, okay?"
"Fine. Whatever. Stop being a dick."
"Bitch."
Sam hung up this time, and Dean took smug satisfaction at finally getting Sam to back off on his pseudo-therapy sessions.
"Cas," Dean said to the empty motel room. "I miss you."
The former angel appeared, suddenly. "Dean."
"You were serious before, weren't you?" Dean asked.
"About what?"
"Getting rid of the souls? Putting them back in the eclipse?"
"Yes, I am."
"So, why not do an eclipse right now," Dean asked. "Just, get rid of them all."
"Because I don't have the power to re-open the gate, cause an eclipse, and safely and deliberately expel all the souls from my body anymore."
"Cas, you declared yourself God, now you don't have the power. What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I was drunk on power at the moment, and I have already dispensed with some of the souls."
"What?"
"Mostly to keep Crowley busy," the former angel replied. "And so far it's working."
"You gave that bozo souls? Cas - "
"I gave him a handful," Cas replied. "Not quite souls, the first monsters - Leviathan, they were called - dangerous in many ways. I doubt they'll enjoy Hell, but they can't traverse it like demons can. Presently they're wreaking havoc with Crowley's world."
"And once he gets them under control? Then what?"
"He won't," Cas replied quietly. "All he can do is lock them away in an especially deep part of Hell. They're not like souls, they don't generate for the plane they exist in. Just mayhem."
"I need to you to make me a promise, a vow, whatever," Dean said. "That when the next eclipse goes down, you will put those souls back."
Cas seemed even more tired than before, but he took the hunters hands in his own. "I promise you, Dean Winchester, that I will do as you say. I'll need your help in that endeavor."
"But that's, what, four months away?" Dean asked. "Longer? What will you do until then?"
"What will I do?" Cas repeated quietly.
Dean pulled him into an awkward, but pleasant, kiss. Castiel encircled Dean with his arms, pressing their bodies together. The hunter could sense, from Cas's tentative hold, that the former angel remained unsure of himself, despite his rather marvelous performance the night before.
So Dean started removing Cas's clothing. The trench coat, the tie, the button-up shirt all fell to the floor as Dean stripped and teased. His wet lips covered Cas's neck and collarbone, his abs, his stomach -
"Dean - I - "
"Shh," Dean said. "It's my turn."
Castiel had no idea what that meant, but he undressed Dean anyway, fully trusting that his partner would guide him through.
Dean pushed Cas onto the bed, discarding their pants and kneeling below the bed, his hands pawing at the former angel's growing erection. Cas moaned as Dean took his time, petting the insides of his thighs, nipping at his hipbones, and slowly peeling down his boxers.
Cas tried to pull Dean up onto the bed, but the hunter hushed him and gave him a clever smile that sent chills up his spine.
The Dean parted his lips and playfully pursed them around the head of Castiel's dick. Cas quivered as Dean's slippery tongue licked him, top to bottom, and after the hunter's saliva coated his member thoroughly, Dean took as much of Castiel into his mouth as physically possible.
"D-Dean!"
Cas could hardly think, and no sooner had he adjusted to the new wave of pleasure than Dean started to rim his hole. As Dean had no super powers, he restored to a store brand lubricant, but it was more than sufficient for its task. Dean pushed one finger in, then two, searching for the spot inside Castiel that would -
White spots covered his field of vision as Dean thrust against his prostate. Cas couldn't help but buck forward, his hips jerking his erection further into Dean's mouth, but he remained unphased, focused entirely on leaving Cas a wrecked mess. It didn't take much more to send the former angel into the throws of orgasm, and Dean waited, milking the orgasm and the moans as long as possible.
Cas shuddered on the bed, but Dean wasn't done yet. He crawled on top, having discarded his boxers. He pressed wet kisses and sharp nips into Cas's stomach, abs, then started in on one nipple. Cas remained almost passive for the first few moments, but once Dean was close enough he dragged him into a kiss.
Dean's wry smile and dilated pupils caught Cas by surprise, as did the blood rushing back into his cock, which hardened again with Dean's persistent touching. The former angel let his hands explore Dean's body - his neck, his shoulders, his spine, his ass - all the while Dean sucked a distinguished hickey into the angel's neck.
Almost roughly, the hunter yanked Cas's knees into the air, exposing his lubricated hole and began to prepare him. Cas tilted his hips, almost folding himself in half, to open up to Dean's ministrations. Dean took a moment, leaned in, and whispered to Cas, "You sure? You could just be on your back."
A sloppy kiss prevented the former angel from responding, but when it broke, Cas said, "Please Dean... please."
Dean removed his fingers and aligned the head of his cock to Cas's entrance, angling his hips. Here he was, looking down on his super-angel, who was panting and sweating and earnest for more. So Dean rocked onto his heels and slid down and in.
His feet gave him purchase, and the angle gave him depth. He took Cas by the hips and thrust, gently at first, but soon each plunge started on his toes and ended with his hips snapping down to Castiel's - the latter's cries and moans filling the motel.
It didn't take long for Cas to spurt, and Dean soon followed him, breathless and reckless and so damn tired - the afterglow was more of an ember. As the post-sex haze clouded over Dean, Cas wrapped him in blankets and covered his body with his own.
"There's something I haven't told you," Cas said to Dean as soon as his eyes fluttered opened.
It was five in the morning; the sun wasn't up yet.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I - received information," Cas began.
"From who?"
"From me."
"Cas, it's too early for riddles."
"Apparently, in another time line, I - did some horrible things. So I rewound time to fix it, but that wasn't enough. I made the same mistakes over again, so... I came into this time line to guide myself on the right path."
Dean was alert now and listening to every single word.
"I feel profoundly guilty at the things I did," Cas said.
"You mean, the things that other-time-line-you did?" Dean asked. "Right?"
"Yes," Cas replied.
"But you haven't done them - "
"I would have," Cas said quietly. "I didn't want to believe it at first, but as he revealed more to me about how everything fell apart, I knew it was true."
"Why are you telling me this now?" Dean asked. "Is something wrong?"
"I feel that not telling you... it... it feels like lying," Cas whispered. "And that never ends well."
Dean cupped his cheek and kissed him, slow and tender. "You can tell me anything, Cas. Anything."
"I said I did terrible things, Dean. I wish that was an exaggeration."
"You didn't do them. The other you, the one that did do them, he screwed with time to fix it."
"I'm afraid you will not feel the same for me after I tell you."
"Don't worry about that, Cas," Dean said. "I'm here. You can tell me anything."
Previous: Part Two: Long Summer's Day | Next: Part Four: Come with Me, Take One
Primary Post: In Hopes of a Garden
Subtitle: Scent of a Smile
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,797
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sexual content, toying with fate
'This entire scenario is stupid,' was Dean's first thought in the morning. 'When your best friend swallows Purgatory and goes off on some random mission, screwing him is not a solution.' Damn, it was like Dean downloaded Sam into his head and that pissed him off, so he discarded the thought. Who cared if it was a bad idea?
He rolled over, surprised that his body wasn't sore from the prior night's athletics. He suspected that Cas might've healed any sore muscles while he was sleeping.
Dean felt a pang of guilt suddenly. He'd ask Cas to live out one of his fantasies - and holy hell it had been incredible - but maybe it hadn't been the best way to introduce the angel - former angel, whatever he was now - to sex.
"Actually, it was perfect," Castiel said quietly in Dean's ear.
"Hey, don't - telepath me or whatever."
"Guilt is loud, Dean," Cas replied. "And surprising. You've nothing to feel guilty for." Cas leaned down and placed a quiet kiss on Dean's forehead. "Thank you, Dean."
"You mean thank you."
Cas's face reflected his confusion, and he cocked his head just like he used to back before - before whatever the hell was happening now.
"Balthazar is calling me," Cas replied.
"Your frat bro wants to throw another kegger?"
Clearly Cas had no idea what that question meant, but he replied, "Unrest in Heaven. I have to go. I'm - "
"It's okay. If you have a minute later, maybe drop back in?" Dean asked.
"I will."
And he was gone.
Castiel had remained in the motel room for the entire night, watching as Dean slept. The power inside of the former angel burned more potently than a supernova, but it quelled at the sight of Dean's vulnerable, unconscious body.
The desire to possess Dean, to own him, roared inside of him, and there were more than a few minutes when he almost submitted to those clawing, demanding urges. But he knew Dean would have none of it.
In many of his sexual fantasies, Dean played a submissive or even dominated role, but Cas wasn't fooled. The fantasies were more complex than the surface, just as Dean was. His desire to be dominated, above all else, was rooted in his desperation to trust, to be vulnerable with someone in a way that was raw and, ultimately, safe. Dean's sexual interest in submitting had nothing to do with being passive but instead related to his enjoyment of another kind of power. After all, the submissive partner was the one in control, since he decided what was acceptable and what was too much.
At least, that was as much as Castiel could glean from the hunter's resting soul. Part of him wondered if he could stare into Dean Winchester forever, the bright prism of his soul breaking every slant of light into magnificent colors.
"You aren't concerned, then?" Balthazar asked.
"About what, exactly?"
"That your boyfriend has a plan to undermine you."
"You mean the plan you went to the Winchesters to talk about?" Cas asked.
"Yes, that one," Balthazar replied unabashed.
"Balthazar, you told me there was unrest in Heaven," Cas said. "I see no such thing."
"Ah, because Gideon quelled it. I offered to plead on his behalf."
"Pleading? You?"
"Well, talk at you anyway."
"Why did you call me here?"
"One of Raphael's soldiers, Calcifer, threatened Hannah's new position. When he went to act on this, Gideon attacked. As far as I can tell, he did try hard no to, you know, kill him."
"And Hannah?"
"What? Oh, she's fine."
"Send Gideon to me."
"Cas, you're right. Pleading isn't my thing, but he killed his own ally, someone from his side, to protect another angel."
"Send Gideon to me."
"Very well."
Castiel thought about destroying Gideon as some kind of ultimate example, but Raphael had exploded under Castiel's wrath. An archangel was a far better example to set than someone like Gideon, especially because his trespass, breaking the no-violence-between-angels rule, had protected Hannah.
"Calcifer sowed discord," Cas said. "I understand why you did what you did. But that doesn't make it acceptable."
Gideon bowed his head, ready for the punishment of death.
"What do you think your penance should be?" Castiel asked him.
"I...do not know."
"Calcifer was your friend, wasn't he?"
"He was. And a good brother. As Hannah is a good sister."
"Put up your blade," Castiel replied. "And aid Joshua in the Garden."
"The Garden?" Gideon asked. It was a place of privilege among angels, not a place of punishment. "I don't deserve to walk there."
"You are an angel of the same Father as me and ever loyal to him, and therefore you do deserve to walk there. For a year, you will put up your sword and tend the garden. Will you abide?"
"I will. Thank - thank you."
"This is not an order," Castiel replied. "But guidance. Never call me for judgment, brother. It is not my place."
With that, Cas left Heaven again.
Dean had finished packing when Balthazar suddenly appeared in his motel room.
"So, you do have a plan after all," Balthazar said happily.
"You ever hear of knocking?" Dean sniped.
"Of course, but what point would there be? You'd hardly let me in."
"On that note, I'm on my way out, so - "
Balthazar blocked the door.
"Seriously?"
"I would like to avoid dying this time," Balthazar said. "So what are you planning?"
"Nothing," Dean replied.
"Nothing?"
"That's what I just said."
"I'm sorry, so you just screwed a very confused, hyper-powered angel that lied to you for months because... why?"
"Balthazar, go away."
"You can't possibly be that stupid," Balthazar continued. "To let your heart rule your head, or in this case, your survival instincts. You must have something up your sleeve."
"Is this the 'unrest' in Heaven?" Dean asked shrewdly.
"Hardly," Balthazar said through gritted teeth.
"There is no plan," Dean replied. "Leave me alone."
Balthazar squinted, sizing the hunter up. "You are that stupid."
After the annoying angel disappeared, Dean loaded up his car. A nagging sensation burrowed into his stomach; that look Balthazar gave him, it was like he saw something. A voice whispered in his head that Castiel had mojoed him into it somehow, overcast his mind.
Dean shook it off. He remembered what happened; Balthazar came down just to annoy him, nothing more.
Dean drove off, not realizing that he left an invisible Balthazar cursing in his wake. Dean had thrown the angel's doubt spell off with unusual ease -
"Balthazar," a familiar voice said.
The angel spun around and came face to face with Atropos.
"Ah, it's you again."
"Stay out of this," she instructed.
"This? What's this?" Balthazar asked. "Isn't anyone else concerned with what's actually going on?"
"Fate has set Dean Winchester on a path," Atropos replied. "Your interference won't amount to anything."
"Is that so?" Balthazar said, pulling out his blade.
"Please," she replied, dismissing him entirely. "This is too big for the likes of you. I recommend you go back to Heaven and deal with your siblings."
"And why should I do that?"
Atropos gave him a knowing smile. "Because angels play follow the leader. They mimic the behavior of the one in charge, or they try to. Right now, all the angels are looking at Castiel. They're being guided by Anna, and Anna alone."
"What's your point?" Balthazar growled.
"I don't want to hear you pissing and moaning for the rest of eternity, that's the point!" Atropos yelled.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"At this rate, all the angels are trying to be like Anna and Castiel. So tell me, Balthazar, how will you fair with all your siblings like that, forever?"
"That's ghastly," Balthazar said. "Don't say things like that - "
Atropos gave him a knowing smile. "Then get off your ass and do your damn job. Otherwise it'll be on your head forever!"
"Who're you to tell me what to do?"
"Fate," she said.
"Screw 'Fate,' you were a hot mess a few months ago, don't give me - "
"Fate with a new level of confidence," she said.
Then she disappeared.
Balthazar thought for a moment that this all must be some colossal joke. If Anna and Castiel were the ones his siblings took after, then they would all perpetually have sticks up their asses - forever. The entire Heavenly Host! Not a single laugh or joke among any of them, other than chaste smiles over the prancing humans beneath them on Earth.
That, easily, was worse than being dead. He immediately returned to his place in Heaven. By his Father, he'd figure out how to get at least some of them to misbehave.
"It's just another night," Dean said into his phone.
"You've been gone for over a week. This was supposed to be an easy case," Sam replied.
"I'm too tired to finish the drive. You want me to fall asleep behind the wheel?" Dean countered.
"No, of course not - "
"Then stop making everything a Dr. Phil moment, okay?"
"Fine. Whatever. Stop being a dick."
"Bitch."
Sam hung up this time, and Dean took smug satisfaction at finally getting Sam to back off on his pseudo-therapy sessions.
"Cas," Dean said to the empty motel room. "I miss you."
The former angel appeared, suddenly. "Dean."
"You were serious before, weren't you?" Dean asked.
"About what?"
"Getting rid of the souls? Putting them back in the eclipse?"
"Yes, I am."
"So, why not do an eclipse right now," Dean asked. "Just, get rid of them all."
"Because I don't have the power to re-open the gate, cause an eclipse, and safely and deliberately expel all the souls from my body anymore."
"Cas, you declared yourself God, now you don't have the power. What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I was drunk on power at the moment, and I have already dispensed with some of the souls."
"What?"
"Mostly to keep Crowley busy," the former angel replied. "And so far it's working."
"You gave that bozo souls? Cas - "
"I gave him a handful," Cas replied. "Not quite souls, the first monsters - Leviathan, they were called - dangerous in many ways. I doubt they'll enjoy Hell, but they can't traverse it like demons can. Presently they're wreaking havoc with Crowley's world."
"And once he gets them under control? Then what?"
"He won't," Cas replied quietly. "All he can do is lock them away in an especially deep part of Hell. They're not like souls, they don't generate for the plane they exist in. Just mayhem."
"I need to you to make me a promise, a vow, whatever," Dean said. "That when the next eclipse goes down, you will put those souls back."
Cas seemed even more tired than before, but he took the hunters hands in his own. "I promise you, Dean Winchester, that I will do as you say. I'll need your help in that endeavor."
"But that's, what, four months away?" Dean asked. "Longer? What will you do until then?"
"What will I do?" Cas repeated quietly.
Dean pulled him into an awkward, but pleasant, kiss. Castiel encircled Dean with his arms, pressing their bodies together. The hunter could sense, from Cas's tentative hold, that the former angel remained unsure of himself, despite his rather marvelous performance the night before.
So Dean started removing Cas's clothing. The trench coat, the tie, the button-up shirt all fell to the floor as Dean stripped and teased. His wet lips covered Cas's neck and collarbone, his abs, his stomach -
"Dean - I - "
"Shh," Dean said. "It's my turn."
Castiel had no idea what that meant, but he undressed Dean anyway, fully trusting that his partner would guide him through.
Dean pushed Cas onto the bed, discarding their pants and kneeling below the bed, his hands pawing at the former angel's growing erection. Cas moaned as Dean took his time, petting the insides of his thighs, nipping at his hipbones, and slowly peeling down his boxers.
Cas tried to pull Dean up onto the bed, but the hunter hushed him and gave him a clever smile that sent chills up his spine.
The Dean parted his lips and playfully pursed them around the head of Castiel's dick. Cas quivered as Dean's slippery tongue licked him, top to bottom, and after the hunter's saliva coated his member thoroughly, Dean took as much of Castiel into his mouth as physically possible.
"D-Dean!"
Cas could hardly think, and no sooner had he adjusted to the new wave of pleasure than Dean started to rim his hole. As Dean had no super powers, he restored to a store brand lubricant, but it was more than sufficient for its task. Dean pushed one finger in, then two, searching for the spot inside Castiel that would -
White spots covered his field of vision as Dean thrust against his prostate. Cas couldn't help but buck forward, his hips jerking his erection further into Dean's mouth, but he remained unphased, focused entirely on leaving Cas a wrecked mess. It didn't take much more to send the former angel into the throws of orgasm, and Dean waited, milking the orgasm and the moans as long as possible.
Cas shuddered on the bed, but Dean wasn't done yet. He crawled on top, having discarded his boxers. He pressed wet kisses and sharp nips into Cas's stomach, abs, then started in on one nipple. Cas remained almost passive for the first few moments, but once Dean was close enough he dragged him into a kiss.
Dean's wry smile and dilated pupils caught Cas by surprise, as did the blood rushing back into his cock, which hardened again with Dean's persistent touching. The former angel let his hands explore Dean's body - his neck, his shoulders, his spine, his ass - all the while Dean sucked a distinguished hickey into the angel's neck.
Almost roughly, the hunter yanked Cas's knees into the air, exposing his lubricated hole and began to prepare him. Cas tilted his hips, almost folding himself in half, to open up to Dean's ministrations. Dean took a moment, leaned in, and whispered to Cas, "You sure? You could just be on your back."
A sloppy kiss prevented the former angel from responding, but when it broke, Cas said, "Please Dean... please."
Dean removed his fingers and aligned the head of his cock to Cas's entrance, angling his hips. Here he was, looking down on his super-angel, who was panting and sweating and earnest for more. So Dean rocked onto his heels and slid down and in.
His feet gave him purchase, and the angle gave him depth. He took Cas by the hips and thrust, gently at first, but soon each plunge started on his toes and ended with his hips snapping down to Castiel's - the latter's cries and moans filling the motel.
It didn't take long for Cas to spurt, and Dean soon followed him, breathless and reckless and so damn tired - the afterglow was more of an ember. As the post-sex haze clouded over Dean, Cas wrapped him in blankets and covered his body with his own.
"There's something I haven't told you," Cas said to Dean as soon as his eyes fluttered opened.
It was five in the morning; the sun wasn't up yet.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I - received information," Cas began.
"From who?"
"From me."
"Cas, it's too early for riddles."
"Apparently, in another time line, I - did some horrible things. So I rewound time to fix it, but that wasn't enough. I made the same mistakes over again, so... I came into this time line to guide myself on the right path."
Dean was alert now and listening to every single word.
"I feel profoundly guilty at the things I did," Cas said.
"You mean, the things that other-time-line-you did?" Dean asked. "Right?"
"Yes," Cas replied.
"But you haven't done them - "
"I would have," Cas said quietly. "I didn't want to believe it at first, but as he revealed more to me about how everything fell apart, I knew it was true."
"Why are you telling me this now?" Dean asked. "Is something wrong?"
"I feel that not telling you... it... it feels like lying," Cas whispered. "And that never ends well."
Dean cupped his cheek and kissed him, slow and tender. "You can tell me anything, Cas. Anything."
"I said I did terrible things, Dean. I wish that was an exaggeration."
"You didn't do them. The other you, the one that did do them, he screwed with time to fix it."
"I'm afraid you will not feel the same for me after I tell you."
"Don't worry about that, Cas," Dean said. "I'm here. You can tell me anything."
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