Shadow of the Wind - Chapter Nine: Garden of Good and Evil
Title: Shadow of the Wind
Subtitle: Garden of Good and Evil
Author: dracox-serdriel
There was a fire burning on earth.
Dawn came with its weak blue light as the fire began to burn out. Angelic whispers and waning starlight turned the whole world a dull gray, so bleak that even the birds abandoned their sweet morning melodies.
This fire commemorated an event of enormous magnitude, as it rightly should, but for every such event, a hundred thousand other moments contribute, all unremarked upon.
The fire burned to signify the end of one thing, though it marked the ending of hundred thousand others. 'Who will speak of those other moments? Who will remember them?'
'How long will it burn?'
Somewhere in Wyoming. May 18, 2008.
Cas stretched out across the bed in his boxers, a wry smile on his face as his body relaxed into the comfort of the mattress.
"If I had a heaven like other souls, this is what it would be," Cas said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Living these moments over and over."
"You'd get bored eventually."
"I wouldn't."
The former angel's eyes met Dean's, his meaning all too clearly spelled out by the look on his face.
Madison, Indiana. February 21, 2007.
Dean said, "Cas, do you even know what you're doing? You haven't been human that long..."
Cas stood up to face Dean.
"You've been human for over thirty years. And you still don't know what you're doing."
"That's not what I mean!"
"It is! It is exactly what you mean!"
Then Cas kissed him again, his hands reaching for the hunter's face. Dean broke away and stepped back, pinning the former angel's arms at his sides.
"Cas, man, trust me. You are not ready for this," Dean protested.
He couldn't take being so close, so intimate, so he let Cas go and walked across the room.
"Are you afraid I'll be hurt later?" Cas inquired. "Perhaps when I know better?"
"Yeah, Cas! That's pretty much it."
"There is no later," Cas said as he began to approach Dean again.
"Don't talk like that."
"It's true. In the best-case scenario, there is no later. There's just now."
"Cas, don't," Dean said as he realized how close he had gotten.
"You don't want to?"
"I didn't... that's not what I said."
"There is no later, so I won't be hurt," Cas said as his hand stroked down Dean's arm. When the hunter pulled away and went to the other side of the room, he asked, "What is it, Dean?"
Dean shook his head and turned away, uncertain and tongue-tied. Several minutes passed in silence.
Finally, the former angel added, "So now you're willing to let me die a virgin?"
Dean's heart raced. He turned to Cas, his eyes dilated and his skin flushed. Then in one quick movement, he crossed the room and took the former angel into the kind of kiss he'd never forget.
Madison, Indiana, the next morning...
Cas woke up sprawled out on his stomach next to Dean. He turned his head to watch his hunter sleep.
He started to roll onto his side but stopped when his body protested the movement. His legs and flank were all sore. Cas was no stranger to pain, but his previous experiences came from being stabbed, shot, or blown up. This sensation was completely different, uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant.
He smiled as he indulged in the memories from the previous night: Dean's hands pawing him, the scent of sweat, the taste of salty skin.
The hunter told Cas they couldn't do everything yet, explaining that he just wasn't ready for some things, though he later admitted it was because he didn't have any lubricant on hand.
Still, it was the angel's first sexual experience, not counting those he had with his wife when his thought he was a man named Emmanuel. This was the first time the lust of his body followed the love in his heart, and it had been...
He struggled to find the right word. It had been a lot of things. It was awkward, of course it was, because he hadn't known what to do, but it had also been wonderful when Dean reassured him that he was knew to this as well. He talked the former angel through the beginning, but Cas soon found his verbal instructions no longer necessary.
Before all that, Dean had taken his time kissing and touching, and Cas followed his lead, first mirroring his actions, then exploring every part of Dean. Cas was painfully hard and panting after just a few minutes, and when his hand grazed Dean's tented jeans, he realized the hunter was just as badly in need of release.
Cas had gone first, determined to show Dean that he was ready for a physical relationship. He unzipped his jeans and yanked them down just past his thighs, before grabbing at his boxer shorts. Dean's cock sprung free, engorged and red, and the hunter sat back, reaching to pull Cas up.
The former angel beat him too it, however. He dragged his tongue along the bottom of his dick, tasting the salt and the sweat and loving it.
"Shit," Dean said, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Cas's hand grabbed the bottom of the shaft, and he started to work his tongue over the head, licking feverishly this way and that until Dean was positively squirming.
"Cas... pump... pump your hand up and down," Dean said. "Please, God, oh - "
His words were cut short as Cas followed his instructions, slowly moving his hand up and down while tightening his grip.
"What about this?" Cas asked.
His lips closed around the head of his cock, and Dean's hips jerked forward unexpectedly.
"Cas!" he growled.
With a popping sound, Cas pulled himself of Dean's hardened shaft, smiling at his success.
"I want to taste you," Cas said, still working Dean with his hand.
"Watch... watch your teeth," Dean said, spreading his legs. "Go slow, okay? Just, go slow."
Tightening his grip at the base, Cas leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Dean's cock again, swirling his tongue around it and slurping the saliva that nearly dripped out of his mouth. He repeated this action, slowly taking more of Dean in and rubbing his tongue against him, until his lips met his hand.
The whole time, Dean babbled incorrectly, though Castiel recognized his name occasionally. He could feel Dean's heartbeat in his mouth, and the idea of having the hunter at his wits' end was impossibly arousing.
He began to move his hand, but Dean's came down over his, holding his hand in place.
"Don't," Dean said. "God, Cas, your mouth is... I'm already gonna come."
The former angel ran his tongue up and down as his hand squeezed harder. Dean's hand went to his hair, gripping the back of his head as he moaned.
Cas couldn't pump up and down any longer, not now that Dean was so far in his mouth. So he swallowed, and when the hunter clearly enjoyed that, it occurred to Cas that he could, in fact, still move.
He bobbed his head back in time with his hand, slowly up Dean's cock. He didn't go very far before he moved back down, his lips following his hand. Dean's hips jerked forward again, and his cock hit the back of his throat.
But the former angel kept moving, despite his gag reflex. He wanted to feel Dean come apart, and every moan from his lips aroused him more. Dean tightened his hold on Cas, muttering about how he didn't want to thrust into his mouth, but the truth was that the hunter couldn't move very far with his pants around his knees.
Cas might've been embarrassed by the slurping sounds he made as he bobbed longer and faster, swallowing saliva so it didn't drip down his front, but the sounds Dean was making spurred him on, moving faster and faster.
"Cas, I'm - shit!" the hunter shouted.
A burst of sour and salty come hit Cas's mouth, and he did his best to swallow it, though much of it escape down his front. Dean continued to spurt as he groaned in appreciation, so Cas continued to move up and down, not relaxing his grip until Dean collapsed backwards on the bed.
The former angel was sweating, so he removed his shirt and wiped his face and mouth. As soon as he tossed it aside, Dean grabbed him and dragged him onto the bed.
"Pants off, now," Dean ordered.
Breathless, Cas worked his belt and pants opened, and the hunter yanked his pants and boxers off, along with his socks. He felt his cock touch his stomach, slightly wet from precum.
Dean had been clothed, but he undressed before joining Cas on the bed again, pushing him gently until he was sitting upright against the headboard.
"I'm gonna put on a show," the hunter said with mischievous look on his face. "I'm gonna make you squirm."
"Dean, I - "
Whatever words Cas had planned to say disappeared when Dean leaned forward and kissed the tip of Cas's cock. The hunter shimmied down until he was propped up on his elbows over Cas's stomach, his mouth hovering so close to his erection that Cas's hips shifted up slightly.
He breathed out, his breath warming the soft flesh of Cas's belly as he went lower. He looked up at Cas with the most innocent, emerald eyes, inches away from where he needed to be touched most.
"Dean, please," the former angel begged.
Then the hunter licked his lips. One hand went to Cas's shaft, lifting it up, as the other kept his hips in place. He licked underneath, from the base of his balls to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head, and the friction was enough to make Cas groan as he fisted the sheets.
"You like that?" Dean asked, his hand working over Cas's member, slipping sweetly through the slick of his saliva.
"Y-y-yes!" Cas stammered.
"Good," Dean replied. "First I'm gonna make you feel good. Then I'm gonna teach you how to fuck my mouth, Cas."
Before Cas could say anything, Dean's tongue distracted him, covering his cock with saliva to lube up his hand. His balls tightened as Dean tended to them, licking and sucking on them, and Cas wasn't sure how to take the sensation. It was like his heart was beating out of control, but his body needed this like air.
He felt himself coming close to an orgasm, but then everything stopped. Dean pinned his hips down and kissed his stomach, and Cas nearly cried out in frustration. He looked down, wondering if Dean didn't want to do this anymore, and what he saw redoubled his hard-on.
Dean made eye contact, and then one hand came out in front of his face. He showed Cas two fingers before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them brazenly, the sound of wet lips and swallowing driving the former angel made with renewed desire.
"Dean!" he groaned.
"I'm gonna take every inch of you," Dean said. "You're gonna hold my head in place and fuck my mouth. You understand?"
Cas didn't understand. His vessel's dick was at least seven inches long when erect, and he knew Dean's mouth wasn't big enough to fit him. But he didn't care how Dean planned to thwart the laws of physics, all he knew was that he was desperate for release. So he nodded his head, yes.
"Tell me to stop if it's too much," Dean said.
Then he slipped back down and spit, coating the base of Cas's shaft. He took his two sucked fingers and gathered it up as he took the head in his lips again, lightly sucking. Cas was vaguely aware of wetness going lower before one of Dean's figures began to rim him.
His first thought was to stop the hunter, as his nerves told him this was too much too fast, but those protests died before they reached his lips as Dean spit again and his finger continued to circle, wetting his hole and readying it. His wariness became excitement, anticipation, and his already strained cock began to pound in time with his escalating heart rate.
"Put your hands on either side of my head," Dean said.
Cas obeyed, gently wrapping his hands around the back of his head and feeling his hair under the palms of his hands. All the while Dean's slick finger kept going around and around.
Then Dean took him into his mouth, the tip and a few inches more, and Cas's hips bucked of their own accord. If the hunter gagged, he did his best to hide it, and his finger began to slip a little deeper inside.
The former angel felt like his body was going it every direction. The finger felt like too much and not enough, and Dean's mouth was a warm and welcoming refuge that gave just enough friction to make him want more. His hips jerked again, but this time he held back.
Dean's lips left him with a slick POP! As he looked up at Cas, pushing his finger even deeper inside.
"I said fuck my mouth, Cas," Dean said in the most commanding voice he could must. "No holding back."
He nearly melted under the hunter's gaze, so he shook his head, yes.
Then Dean returned to his aching cock, taking him in again. His finger was now completely inside him, and his hips bucked up again, forcing Dean to swallow another inch. Then he crooked that finger, moving this way in that, as if searching for something. It didn't take him long to find it, and once his finger pressed against that spot inside, Cas thrust up in earnest, his cock hitting the back of the Winchester's throat as he saw starts.
Dean gagged but didn't stop, his second finger now plunging inside. It was too much at once, and the burning stretch caught Castiel off guard. Before he could say anything, Dean shifted, lying flat and lifting his head up, taking Cas's cock into his mouth and down his throat.
His mind went blank as Dean's fingers began to work him over, rubbing that spot inside him. His hips began to thrust, and he tightened his grip on Dean's head, holding him in place, the words 'no holding back,' ringing through his head as he completely lost control.
Dean must've gaged and choked, but he didn't let it show. He rode Castiel's frantic thrusting out, swallowing and slurping as Cas screamed his name over and over again.
Then a new wave of pleasure hit Cas, his body stilled before jerking forward slightly a few times as he ejaculated. His eyes saw Dean between his legs, and the thought of him swallowing his come made the angel come harder and harder until he felt like he didn't have any fluid left in his body. His hands dropped to either side of Dean's head as his head felt back.
He took deep, panting breathes for a few minutes as he came down from the high. Dean laid down next to him and rubbed his chest and stomach till he came to his sense again.
"That was incredible," Cas said. "Did I hurt you?"
"Do I look hurt?" Dean asked. "You're a quick study."
The memories made Cas hard again, his cock ready for more attention, even though his body ached from the effort of last night. He examined Dean's face, wondering how much better his jerking off fantasies would be now that he had had the hunter for the first time.
Just then, Dean's eyes fluttered opened, and he said, "Cas, staring is creepy."
"Do we have time to... again?" Cas asked.
"What time is it?"
"Nine forty-three."
"Damnit," Dean cursed. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. "I overslept. Sorry, Cas, we gotta get outta here."
"Are you certain?" the former angel asked, stroking Dean's chest.
Dean captured Cas's wrist to stop him, the look on his face stern and disapproving for a moment before he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Yeah, we gotta go," Dean repeated. "But I'll make it up to you later."
Men of Letters Bunker. March 1, 2007.
Dean rolled over to find his former angel awake. It didn't surprise him; as far as Dean could tell, Castiel never slept through the night. He seemed content to lie awake and watch Dean sleep. For some reason, it seemed a lot less creepy now than it did when he was an angel.
"Ah, sorry," Cas mumbled. "Didn't mean to stare."
Dean wondered if Cas could still hear thoughts these days; he always seemed to know what was on his mind.
"I was wondering," Dean prompted.
"About something in particular?"
"You think Sammy knows about us?"
"He does," Cas replied.
"He does?" Dean asked, sitting up in bed.
"I'm assuming."
"Cas, you can't assume! Not with crap like this."
"Fine. I don't know."
"Yeah, neither do I."
"Should we tell him?" Cas asked. "Is that what you're asking?"
"No reason not to," Dean replied.
"I wouldn't say that."
Dean asked, "What? You're ashamed of this?"
"No," Cas replied. "But keeping things hidden is... arousing."
"Arousing?" Dean repeated. "Huh."
He slid his hand up Cas's inner thigh and began teasing his skin with his fingers.
"How arousing?" Dean asked.
"Very."
Across the Northwestern States. May 23, 2007.
Cas had Dean pinned across the back seat of the minivan. They had just gotten started, and the former angel was milking every second.
Cas glided down to Dean's crotch, slipped off his pants and boxers, and took the head of his cock into his mouth. He slowly maneuvered his head and sucked in.
Dean bit his lip in a ridiculous attempt to keep quiet. It started as short inhalations, but Cas quickly escalated to tightening gulps. Dean moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer.
Loud coughing startled Cas. He released Dean and peeked out the window in time to see Sam Winchester moving away from the van at a brisk pace.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, panting.
"I believe your brother now knows," Cas said innocently, still looking out the window.
Dean came close behind Cas and whispered in his ear, "So what's the point in stopping now?"
The hunter grabbed hold of Cas, and flipped him around, maneuvering the former angel so he was bent forward facing the back of the van with his hands bracing himself along the back of the seat. Dean stripped Cas, throwing his clothing left and right.
With every discarded garment, Dean came closer to Cas, who was now nearly naked and breathing hard in anticipation.
As Dean slipped off Cas's boxers, he whispered into his ear, "Unless you want me to stop?"
"No," Cas said, turning his head to meet Dean's eye.
"No what?"
"Don't stop."
Dean's lubed fingers began rimming as he trailed kisses on Cas's neck and shoulder. He scrapped his teeth down and then rubbed his tongue over the area to soothe the pain.
Cas was still loose from the night before, so he canted his hips back, urging Dean to hurry up. He was rewarded with a single finger pushing cool lube inside, swirling to spread it out. Cas leaned forward, and a second finger pressed in as Dean scissored him open.
With his free hand, Dean turned Cas's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, which went on as he added a third finger, then a fourth. He found that spot inside Cas that made him see stars as he stroked it, and the former angel nearly came from just the few short strokes.
Then Dean broke the kiss, withdrew his fingers, and lined himself behind Cas, who curled back to meet him. Dean reached in front of him and took hold of his throbbing hard-on, pumping his hand up and down as he sank inside him.
The hunter took his time, sliding just the tip of his cock in before pulling out, then going a little farther and pulling out, driving Cas absolutely insane with need. The occasional stretching burn was drowned out by the waves of pleasure from his cock, which Dean never stopped stroking. Finally, he was fully sheathed inside, and he remained their for a moment, pressing himself against Cas, who whimpered for him to continue.
And did he ever. His thrusts were shallow and fast, hitting Cas in the G-spot each time, pushing him to the edge in just a few minutes. Dean's hand directed his come as his orgasm hit, and the moaning reached a pitch and the hunter fallowed immediately after.
He collapsed over Cas's back as they both came down from the high. If Cas could read Dean's mind right then, he would've seen that the hunter was living the happiest moment of his adult life, revealing in the afterglow with the man he loved more than anything else in the world.
But Cas couldn't read his mind, not anymore. So as Dean pulled them down to the seat to rest, he was left to wonder. Castiel never thought he could be happy has a human, certainly not with only a little over a year to learn how, yet he had never known love or joy like he did in this shared moment with his hunter.
"I love you," Dean whispered before he drifted off to sleep.
Cas's heart skipped a beat.
Blue Springs, Missouri. May 15, 2008.
Cas watched Dean sleep off his fever, and at some point, the hunter's lips pulled into a smile. It warmed Cas's heart.
"Staring is creepy," Dean mumbled. "Unless you're gonna get me laid. Then it's not."
"Are you propositioning me?"
"Yeah," Dean replied.
"You're too hot," Cas said.
"Huh?"
"You have a temperature of one hundred and one."
"That's right," Dean said sleepily. "I'm hot."
The hunter attempted to kiss Cas but missed the mark and wound up drooped across his lap instead. The former angel stroked his hair for a while before gently moving him back to the bed.
Men of Letters Bunker. May 17, 2008.
Cas drained a glass of water then promptly returned to bed, where Dean was already tossing and turning. Cas crawled in with him, and the hunter stopped moving.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Cas said apologetically.
"I wasn't sleeping," Dean replied.
"Something's troubling you," Cas pointed out.
It wasn't a question, and though he didn't press Dean for answers, it was clear he wanted to know more.
Dean said, "Figured Sammy would finish up, we'd all disappear or whatever. I prepared myself for that."
"Me too."
"Cas, I... I can't do that," Dean said. "Just accept that we're gonna disappear and keep going like it's not gonna happen. Like it doesn't matter."
Cas stroked Dean's hair as he said, "We must."
They shared a moment of resigned silence before Cas stole kiss.
Somewhere in Wyoming. May 18, 2008.
Dean broke away, pulling his lips from Cas's as he collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty from the effort.
He yanked Cas down on top of him, holding him close, revealing in the afterglow. Neither one needed to remark on how incredible it had been.
Cas leaned his forehead into Dean's as they both caught their breath.
"This was a stupid risk," Cas said. "We shouldn't delay our plan with indulgences - "
Dean interrupted, "No. I needed this to keep going. The world can wait a few more freaking hours to be saved because I needed this."
"I needed it as well."
Cas grasped Dean's hands between his own. His fingers found a pulse, and he held it, feeling the rhythm of Dean's heart beating. He imagined it in time with his own, though as a human he had no true way of telling.
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Chapter Eight: A Half Truth
Subtitle: Garden of Good and Evil
Author: dracox-serdriel
There was a fire burning on earth.
Dawn came with its weak blue light as the fire began to burn out. Angelic whispers and waning starlight turned the whole world a dull gray, so bleak that even the birds abandoned their sweet morning melodies.
This fire commemorated an event of enormous magnitude, as it rightly should, but for every such event, a hundred thousand other moments contribute, all unremarked upon.
The fire burned to signify the end of one thing, though it marked the ending of hundred thousand others. 'Who will speak of those other moments? Who will remember them?'
'How long will it burn?'
Somewhere in Wyoming. May 18, 2008.
Cas stretched out across the bed in his boxers, a wry smile on his face as his body relaxed into the comfort of the mattress.
"If I had a heaven like other souls, this is what it would be," Cas said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Living these moments over and over."
"You'd get bored eventually."
"I wouldn't."
The former angel's eyes met Dean's, his meaning all too clearly spelled out by the look on his face.
Madison, Indiana. February 21, 2007.
Dean said, "Cas, do you even know what you're doing? You haven't been human that long..."
Cas stood up to face Dean.
"You've been human for over thirty years. And you still don't know what you're doing."
"That's not what I mean!"
"It is! It is exactly what you mean!"
Then Cas kissed him again, his hands reaching for the hunter's face. Dean broke away and stepped back, pinning the former angel's arms at his sides.
"Cas, man, trust me. You are not ready for this," Dean protested.
He couldn't take being so close, so intimate, so he let Cas go and walked across the room.
"Are you afraid I'll be hurt later?" Cas inquired. "Perhaps when I know better?"
"Yeah, Cas! That's pretty much it."
"There is no later," Cas said as he began to approach Dean again.
"Don't talk like that."
"It's true. In the best-case scenario, there is no later. There's just now."
"Cas, don't," Dean said as he realized how close he had gotten.
"You don't want to?"
"I didn't... that's not what I said."
"There is no later, so I won't be hurt," Cas said as his hand stroked down Dean's arm. When the hunter pulled away and went to the other side of the room, he asked, "What is it, Dean?"
Dean shook his head and turned away, uncertain and tongue-tied. Several minutes passed in silence.
Finally, the former angel added, "So now you're willing to let me die a virgin?"
Dean's heart raced. He turned to Cas, his eyes dilated and his skin flushed. Then in one quick movement, he crossed the room and took the former angel into the kind of kiss he'd never forget.
Madison, Indiana, the next morning...
Cas woke up sprawled out on his stomach next to Dean. He turned his head to watch his hunter sleep.
He started to roll onto his side but stopped when his body protested the movement. His legs and flank were all sore. Cas was no stranger to pain, but his previous experiences came from being stabbed, shot, or blown up. This sensation was completely different, uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant.
He smiled as he indulged in the memories from the previous night: Dean's hands pawing him, the scent of sweat, the taste of salty skin.
The hunter told Cas they couldn't do everything yet, explaining that he just wasn't ready for some things, though he later admitted it was because he didn't have any lubricant on hand.
Still, it was the angel's first sexual experience, not counting those he had with his wife when his thought he was a man named Emmanuel. This was the first time the lust of his body followed the love in his heart, and it had been...
He struggled to find the right word. It had been a lot of things. It was awkward, of course it was, because he hadn't known what to do, but it had also been wonderful when Dean reassured him that he was knew to this as well. He talked the former angel through the beginning, but Cas soon found his verbal instructions no longer necessary.
Before all that, Dean had taken his time kissing and touching, and Cas followed his lead, first mirroring his actions, then exploring every part of Dean. Cas was painfully hard and panting after just a few minutes, and when his hand grazed Dean's tented jeans, he realized the hunter was just as badly in need of release.
Cas had gone first, determined to show Dean that he was ready for a physical relationship. He unzipped his jeans and yanked them down just past his thighs, before grabbing at his boxer shorts. Dean's cock sprung free, engorged and red, and the hunter sat back, reaching to pull Cas up.
The former angel beat him too it, however. He dragged his tongue along the bottom of his dick, tasting the salt and the sweat and loving it.
"Shit," Dean said, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Cas's hand grabbed the bottom of the shaft, and he started to work his tongue over the head, licking feverishly this way and that until Dean was positively squirming.
"Cas... pump... pump your hand up and down," Dean said. "Please, God, oh - "
His words were cut short as Cas followed his instructions, slowly moving his hand up and down while tightening his grip.
"What about this?" Cas asked.
His lips closed around the head of his cock, and Dean's hips jerked forward unexpectedly.
"Cas!" he growled.
With a popping sound, Cas pulled himself of Dean's hardened shaft, smiling at his success.
"I want to taste you," Cas said, still working Dean with his hand.
"Watch... watch your teeth," Dean said, spreading his legs. "Go slow, okay? Just, go slow."
Tightening his grip at the base, Cas leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Dean's cock again, swirling his tongue around it and slurping the saliva that nearly dripped out of his mouth. He repeated this action, slowly taking more of Dean in and rubbing his tongue against him, until his lips met his hand.
The whole time, Dean babbled incorrectly, though Castiel recognized his name occasionally. He could feel Dean's heartbeat in his mouth, and the idea of having the hunter at his wits' end was impossibly arousing.
He began to move his hand, but Dean's came down over his, holding his hand in place.
"Don't," Dean said. "God, Cas, your mouth is... I'm already gonna come."
The former angel ran his tongue up and down as his hand squeezed harder. Dean's hand went to his hair, gripping the back of his head as he moaned.
Cas couldn't pump up and down any longer, not now that Dean was so far in his mouth. So he swallowed, and when the hunter clearly enjoyed that, it occurred to Cas that he could, in fact, still move.
He bobbed his head back in time with his hand, slowly up Dean's cock. He didn't go very far before he moved back down, his lips following his hand. Dean's hips jerked forward again, and his cock hit the back of his throat.
But the former angel kept moving, despite his gag reflex. He wanted to feel Dean come apart, and every moan from his lips aroused him more. Dean tightened his hold on Cas, muttering about how he didn't want to thrust into his mouth, but the truth was that the hunter couldn't move very far with his pants around his knees.
Cas might've been embarrassed by the slurping sounds he made as he bobbed longer and faster, swallowing saliva so it didn't drip down his front, but the sounds Dean was making spurred him on, moving faster and faster.
"Cas, I'm - shit!" the hunter shouted.
A burst of sour and salty come hit Cas's mouth, and he did his best to swallow it, though much of it escape down his front. Dean continued to spurt as he groaned in appreciation, so Cas continued to move up and down, not relaxing his grip until Dean collapsed backwards on the bed.
The former angel was sweating, so he removed his shirt and wiped his face and mouth. As soon as he tossed it aside, Dean grabbed him and dragged him onto the bed.
"Pants off, now," Dean ordered.
Breathless, Cas worked his belt and pants opened, and the hunter yanked his pants and boxers off, along with his socks. He felt his cock touch his stomach, slightly wet from precum.
Dean had been clothed, but he undressed before joining Cas on the bed again, pushing him gently until he was sitting upright against the headboard.
"I'm gonna put on a show," the hunter said with mischievous look on his face. "I'm gonna make you squirm."
"Dean, I - "
Whatever words Cas had planned to say disappeared when Dean leaned forward and kissed the tip of Cas's cock. The hunter shimmied down until he was propped up on his elbows over Cas's stomach, his mouth hovering so close to his erection that Cas's hips shifted up slightly.
He breathed out, his breath warming the soft flesh of Cas's belly as he went lower. He looked up at Cas with the most innocent, emerald eyes, inches away from where he needed to be touched most.
"Dean, please," the former angel begged.
Then the hunter licked his lips. One hand went to Cas's shaft, lifting it up, as the other kept his hips in place. He licked underneath, from the base of his balls to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head, and the friction was enough to make Cas groan as he fisted the sheets.
"You like that?" Dean asked, his hand working over Cas's member, slipping sweetly through the slick of his saliva.
"Y-y-yes!" Cas stammered.
"Good," Dean replied. "First I'm gonna make you feel good. Then I'm gonna teach you how to fuck my mouth, Cas."
Before Cas could say anything, Dean's tongue distracted him, covering his cock with saliva to lube up his hand. His balls tightened as Dean tended to them, licking and sucking on them, and Cas wasn't sure how to take the sensation. It was like his heart was beating out of control, but his body needed this like air.
He felt himself coming close to an orgasm, but then everything stopped. Dean pinned his hips down and kissed his stomach, and Cas nearly cried out in frustration. He looked down, wondering if Dean didn't want to do this anymore, and what he saw redoubled his hard-on.
Dean made eye contact, and then one hand came out in front of his face. He showed Cas two fingers before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them brazenly, the sound of wet lips and swallowing driving the former angel made with renewed desire.
"Dean!" he groaned.
"I'm gonna take every inch of you," Dean said. "You're gonna hold my head in place and fuck my mouth. You understand?"
Cas didn't understand. His vessel's dick was at least seven inches long when erect, and he knew Dean's mouth wasn't big enough to fit him. But he didn't care how Dean planned to thwart the laws of physics, all he knew was that he was desperate for release. So he nodded his head, yes.
"Tell me to stop if it's too much," Dean said.
Then he slipped back down and spit, coating the base of Cas's shaft. He took his two sucked fingers and gathered it up as he took the head in his lips again, lightly sucking. Cas was vaguely aware of wetness going lower before one of Dean's figures began to rim him.
His first thought was to stop the hunter, as his nerves told him this was too much too fast, but those protests died before they reached his lips as Dean spit again and his finger continued to circle, wetting his hole and readying it. His wariness became excitement, anticipation, and his already strained cock began to pound in time with his escalating heart rate.
"Put your hands on either side of my head," Dean said.
Cas obeyed, gently wrapping his hands around the back of his head and feeling his hair under the palms of his hands. All the while Dean's slick finger kept going around and around.
Then Dean took him into his mouth, the tip and a few inches more, and Cas's hips bucked of their own accord. If the hunter gagged, he did his best to hide it, and his finger began to slip a little deeper inside.
The former angel felt like his body was going it every direction. The finger felt like too much and not enough, and Dean's mouth was a warm and welcoming refuge that gave just enough friction to make him want more. His hips jerked again, but this time he held back.
Dean's lips left him with a slick POP! As he looked up at Cas, pushing his finger even deeper inside.
"I said fuck my mouth, Cas," Dean said in the most commanding voice he could must. "No holding back."
He nearly melted under the hunter's gaze, so he shook his head, yes.
Then Dean returned to his aching cock, taking him in again. His finger was now completely inside him, and his hips bucked up again, forcing Dean to swallow another inch. Then he crooked that finger, moving this way in that, as if searching for something. It didn't take him long to find it, and once his finger pressed against that spot inside, Cas thrust up in earnest, his cock hitting the back of the Winchester's throat as he saw starts.
Dean gagged but didn't stop, his second finger now plunging inside. It was too much at once, and the burning stretch caught Castiel off guard. Before he could say anything, Dean shifted, lying flat and lifting his head up, taking Cas's cock into his mouth and down his throat.
His mind went blank as Dean's fingers began to work him over, rubbing that spot inside him. His hips began to thrust, and he tightened his grip on Dean's head, holding him in place, the words 'no holding back,' ringing through his head as he completely lost control.
Dean must've gaged and choked, but he didn't let it show. He rode Castiel's frantic thrusting out, swallowing and slurping as Cas screamed his name over and over again.
Then a new wave of pleasure hit Cas, his body stilled before jerking forward slightly a few times as he ejaculated. His eyes saw Dean between his legs, and the thought of him swallowing his come made the angel come harder and harder until he felt like he didn't have any fluid left in his body. His hands dropped to either side of Dean's head as his head felt back.
He took deep, panting breathes for a few minutes as he came down from the high. Dean laid down next to him and rubbed his chest and stomach till he came to his sense again.
"That was incredible," Cas said. "Did I hurt you?"
"Do I look hurt?" Dean asked. "You're a quick study."
The memories made Cas hard again, his cock ready for more attention, even though his body ached from the effort of last night. He examined Dean's face, wondering how much better his jerking off fantasies would be now that he had had the hunter for the first time.
Just then, Dean's eyes fluttered opened, and he said, "Cas, staring is creepy."
"Do we have time to... again?" Cas asked.
"What time is it?"
"Nine forty-three."
"Damnit," Dean cursed. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. "I overslept. Sorry, Cas, we gotta get outta here."
"Are you certain?" the former angel asked, stroking Dean's chest.
Dean captured Cas's wrist to stop him, the look on his face stern and disapproving for a moment before he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Yeah, we gotta go," Dean repeated. "But I'll make it up to you later."
Men of Letters Bunker. March 1, 2007.
Dean rolled over to find his former angel awake. It didn't surprise him; as far as Dean could tell, Castiel never slept through the night. He seemed content to lie awake and watch Dean sleep. For some reason, it seemed a lot less creepy now than it did when he was an angel.
"Ah, sorry," Cas mumbled. "Didn't mean to stare."
Dean wondered if Cas could still hear thoughts these days; he always seemed to know what was on his mind.
"I was wondering," Dean prompted.
"About something in particular?"
"You think Sammy knows about us?"
"He does," Cas replied.
"He does?" Dean asked, sitting up in bed.
"I'm assuming."
"Cas, you can't assume! Not with crap like this."
"Fine. I don't know."
"Yeah, neither do I."
"Should we tell him?" Cas asked. "Is that what you're asking?"
"No reason not to," Dean replied.
"I wouldn't say that."
Dean asked, "What? You're ashamed of this?"
"No," Cas replied. "But keeping things hidden is... arousing."
"Arousing?" Dean repeated. "Huh."
He slid his hand up Cas's inner thigh and began teasing his skin with his fingers.
"How arousing?" Dean asked.
"Very."
Across the Northwestern States. May 23, 2007.
Cas had Dean pinned across the back seat of the minivan. They had just gotten started, and the former angel was milking every second.
Cas glided down to Dean's crotch, slipped off his pants and boxers, and took the head of his cock into his mouth. He slowly maneuvered his head and sucked in.
Dean bit his lip in a ridiculous attempt to keep quiet. It started as short inhalations, but Cas quickly escalated to tightening gulps. Dean moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer.
Loud coughing startled Cas. He released Dean and peeked out the window in time to see Sam Winchester moving away from the van at a brisk pace.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, panting.
"I believe your brother now knows," Cas said innocently, still looking out the window.
Dean came close behind Cas and whispered in his ear, "So what's the point in stopping now?"
The hunter grabbed hold of Cas, and flipped him around, maneuvering the former angel so he was bent forward facing the back of the van with his hands bracing himself along the back of the seat. Dean stripped Cas, throwing his clothing left and right.
With every discarded garment, Dean came closer to Cas, who was now nearly naked and breathing hard in anticipation.
As Dean slipped off Cas's boxers, he whispered into his ear, "Unless you want me to stop?"
"No," Cas said, turning his head to meet Dean's eye.
"No what?"
"Don't stop."
Dean's lubed fingers began rimming as he trailed kisses on Cas's neck and shoulder. He scrapped his teeth down and then rubbed his tongue over the area to soothe the pain.
Cas was still loose from the night before, so he canted his hips back, urging Dean to hurry up. He was rewarded with a single finger pushing cool lube inside, swirling to spread it out. Cas leaned forward, and a second finger pressed in as Dean scissored him open.
With his free hand, Dean turned Cas's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, which went on as he added a third finger, then a fourth. He found that spot inside Cas that made him see stars as he stroked it, and the former angel nearly came from just the few short strokes.
Then Dean broke the kiss, withdrew his fingers, and lined himself behind Cas, who curled back to meet him. Dean reached in front of him and took hold of his throbbing hard-on, pumping his hand up and down as he sank inside him.
The hunter took his time, sliding just the tip of his cock in before pulling out, then going a little farther and pulling out, driving Cas absolutely insane with need. The occasional stretching burn was drowned out by the waves of pleasure from his cock, which Dean never stopped stroking. Finally, he was fully sheathed inside, and he remained their for a moment, pressing himself against Cas, who whimpered for him to continue.
And did he ever. His thrusts were shallow and fast, hitting Cas in the G-spot each time, pushing him to the edge in just a few minutes. Dean's hand directed his come as his orgasm hit, and the moaning reached a pitch and the hunter fallowed immediately after.
He collapsed over Cas's back as they both came down from the high. If Cas could read Dean's mind right then, he would've seen that the hunter was living the happiest moment of his adult life, revealing in the afterglow with the man he loved more than anything else in the world.
But Cas couldn't read his mind, not anymore. So as Dean pulled them down to the seat to rest, he was left to wonder. Castiel never thought he could be happy has a human, certainly not with only a little over a year to learn how, yet he had never known love or joy like he did in this shared moment with his hunter.
"I love you," Dean whispered before he drifted off to sleep.
Cas's heart skipped a beat.
Blue Springs, Missouri. May 15, 2008.
Cas watched Dean sleep off his fever, and at some point, the hunter's lips pulled into a smile. It warmed Cas's heart.
"Staring is creepy," Dean mumbled. "Unless you're gonna get me laid. Then it's not."
"Are you propositioning me?"
"Yeah," Dean replied.
"You're too hot," Cas said.
"Huh?"
"You have a temperature of one hundred and one."
"That's right," Dean said sleepily. "I'm hot."
The hunter attempted to kiss Cas but missed the mark and wound up drooped across his lap instead. The former angel stroked his hair for a while before gently moving him back to the bed.
Men of Letters Bunker. May 17, 2008.
Cas drained a glass of water then promptly returned to bed, where Dean was already tossing and turning. Cas crawled in with him, and the hunter stopped moving.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Cas said apologetically.
"I wasn't sleeping," Dean replied.
"Something's troubling you," Cas pointed out.
It wasn't a question, and though he didn't press Dean for answers, it was clear he wanted to know more.
Dean said, "Figured Sammy would finish up, we'd all disappear or whatever. I prepared myself for that."
"Me too."
"Cas, I... I can't do that," Dean said. "Just accept that we're gonna disappear and keep going like it's not gonna happen. Like it doesn't matter."
Cas stroked Dean's hair as he said, "We must."
They shared a moment of resigned silence before Cas stole kiss.
Somewhere in Wyoming. May 18, 2008.
Dean broke away, pulling his lips from Cas's as he collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty from the effort.
He yanked Cas down on top of him, holding him close, revealing in the afterglow. Neither one needed to remark on how incredible it had been.
Cas leaned his forehead into Dean's as they both caught their breath.
"This was a stupid risk," Cas said. "We shouldn't delay our plan with indulgences - "
Dean interrupted, "No. I needed this to keep going. The world can wait a few more freaking hours to be saved because I needed this."
"I needed it as well."
Cas grasped Dean's hands between his own. His fingers found a pulse, and he held it, feeling the rhythm of Dean's heart beating. He imagined it in time with his own, though as a human he had no true way of telling.
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