10x00 - Dreaming from the Waist - Part Five: Thicken then Sicken
Episode number: 10x01 of Season 10 Fan Fiction (S10FF)
Title: Dreaming from the Waist
Subtitle: Thicken then Sicken
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,168
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, sexual scarios
Castiel didn't know what was going on.
For the most part, he had adjusted his expectations when dealing with people. They could be absolutely baffling. But he had thought he understood Dean. Yet for the past week, the hunter had been agitated and crass, even for him, for no reason the angel could discern.
So Cas sprawled out across their bed and stared up at the ceiling. He had seen both Winchesters do this when they had a difficult case that wasn't adding up.
"Cas?" Dean said as he came into the room. "Are you trying to sleep again?"
"No."
"'Course not. You okay?"
"No."
"Right," Dean replied, knowing that Cas would soon launch a long tirade against his behavior over the past few days.
He waited. The angel made no reply.
"Cas?"
"Yes Dean?"
"You okay?"
"No."
Dean swallowed. Maybe a tirade wasn't coming. And that meant only one thing.
"Look, I'm... sorry I've been... for the past week. I'm just a little pissed that Jesse went down like that."
Castiel sat up to look Dean in the eye. "You are upset over Jesse?"
"Yeah."
"He died destroying the army of Lucifer," Cas said. "His actions were brave. He defied everything that told him he was doomed to be a demon. He died as a person."
"You say all that, all I hear is, a kid died."
"He chose to fight," Castiel said. "You should feel proud of him, not sorry for yourself."
Dean didn't know what to say to that. He sat down on his side of the bed and looked away.
"How is Sam?"
"He's out with Dodge looking into the EDA."
"Do you want to talk about - "
"Cas, the last thing in the world I want is to talk right now."
The angel wasn't sure how to respond to that. Suddenly, Dean reached over and pulled Cas into a kiss. The angle was awkward, but their kiss became long and deepened. It wasn't long before Cas pulled Dean across his lap and began to undress him.
Dean never saw that big picture crap everyone else seemed to hone in on. He could tell himself that Jesse was a cambion that refused to be a monster, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't convince himself to feel any differently. And that was the problem. There was too much shit, too much thought, too many feelings to get himself straight.
So he wrapped his arms around Castiel and let himself go. He stopped thinking about anything not in the room, and all there was right now was Castiel and himself.
His hands palmed Cas through his pants as the angel removed Dean's shirt and jeans. They kept tangling together, but neither one was willing to stop and adjust. By the time Dean had Cas in his boxers, they both had patches of red skin, raw from rubbing.
The angel finally had enough; he slipped himself under Dean and rotated, putting the hunter on his back. Before he could make his own move, Castiel slid off the last of his clothing and pinned him. He softly moved his lips to Dean's throbbing hard-on, encapsulating it in his mouth and sucking hard.
Any remaining thoughts in Dean's minds were blown out of his head.
Dodge's head hurt. Her arm hurt. Her ankles and wrists hurt.
At least that means I'm still alive, she thought to herself. She kept her eyes closed and listened.
The sound of breathing was nearby. Her heart fluttered; maybe Sam was alive, too. She opened one eye as little as possible to scope her surroundings. Yes, Sam was sitting upright and tied to a chair. But he wasn't moving.
"You what?" a man asked. "You serious?"
"I had to," a woman replied. It sounded like the woman from the EDA.
"You could've just sent them away."
"No, I - "
"They're not the first humans to turn up."
"Sir, it's not that they're human. They knew about the Purge."
"What? How?"
"I don't know, but one of them - "
"Hush!" the man said harshly. "You've said too much."
"What?"
"Both of them are awake," he said. "Now, now, don't be shy. Open your eyes."
Dodge waited a few moments before opening her eyes. They were in a small room that probably served as a child's bedroom. The woman from the EDA was by the door, and towering over her was an older man, maybe in his sixties, who had an odd undulating tick.
"Come now, get your friend to open his eyes, too," the man said. "I'm a Naga; I can tell different states from the taste it leaves on the air."
"The taste?" Dodge repeated.
"Your taste."
She didn't like where the conversation was going, and she was tied down with some kind of chain. There was no cutting through it.
So she changed the topic. "Maybe he'd be friendlier if we had some names."
"Names?" the girl asked.
"Yeah, names," she said. "I'm Dodge."
"And your friend?" the man asked.
"I'll let him introduce himself. When he's ready."
"I'm Sharvari," she said.
"I suppose it has a meaning," Dodge said conversationally. "Sounds like a name that you took. Rather than one you've been given."
"You mean like Dodge?" the man asked.
"Dodge is a nickname, it was given to me."
"It means 'twilight'," Sharvari said.
"And you? Your name?" Dodge asked the man.
"Call me Crosby," he replied.
Sam had opened his eyes at some point, but Dodge didn't notice until he spoke.
"Crosby? Really?" Sam asked. "I'm Sam."
"Two humans come to an EDA meeting. And not only do you seem to know what we are, but you seem to know about the purge," Crosby said.
"I've never met a Naga before. Read about you, but never seen one," he said.
"Read about?" Crosby said.
"Seen plenty of werewolves. You must be high up on the blood line," Sam commented.
Sharvari turned her head. "No, not at all."
"Really? I guess I thought so because you're able to transform outside the lunar cycle."
"It's the twenty-first century. Thinks are changing," she said simply. "It's not all blood and bloodlines and death these days."
"Hunters," Crosby said quietly. "You're hunters."
Sharvari's eyes burned golden-green. "We need to get rid of them," she said, panic rising in her voice.
"Why? Because we've gotten on to your murder spree?" Sam asked. "Hate to break it to you, but we're not the only ones. The FBI has a case file on you."
"That's what you think?" Crosby said slowly. "That the Purge is a murder spree?"
His face changed; scales erupted over his body. His entire form became sharp and harsh; the towering image of an enormous part-man, part-snake loomed above them.
And then it stopped.
"If you are hunters that have seen as many monsters as you've read about," Crosby taunted, his human form completely restored, "then you should know better. If we were on a murder spree, there would be no one left alive."
"Sir, we need to get rid of them. If they are hunters - "
"Not yet, Sharvari," he interrupted. "I've got plans for these two, I do. And you're going to help."
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