Strength of Faith
Title: Strength of Faith
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Warnings: Gun-play, knife-play, a bit of blood-play (maybe?)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. It belongs to Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story.
Summary: Dean trust Castiel with everything.
AN: For my livejournal twin highermagic , who requested knife-play, gun-play, and bottom!Dean. Hopefully this is what you were looking for, sweetie. *hearts*
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Dean loved his guns. In his job, he needed them to keep him alive. The hunter kept every single one of his guns clean to the point of being OCD about it, because they were his babies, and they kept him alive.
The cold metal of the barrel drew a shiver from him, and he tracked the way it dragged over his heated skin. He couldn’t follow it with his eyes on account of the tie wrapped around his head, but he kept tabs on it with his other senses. The open mouth of the barrel closed over his left nipple, cold pressing in on all sides of the hardened nub, and Dean keened softly.
His hands twitched where they were handcuffed to the headboard.
“How does it feel, Dean?” Castiel asked, his voice a rumbling growl somewhere off to the left. “I could crush you at any time I wanted to, but this gun could end your life just as swiftly.”
Castiel pulled the gun away, and Dean heard the hammer cock as the safety was slammed off. He strained against his bonds slightly, waiting with bated breath.
There was a sharp, explosive crack as Castiel pulled the trigger, and the bed shook beneath the force of the bullet as it pierced clean through the mattress.
Dean cried out eagerly. The bullet had been dangerously close to his right calf muscle, where his legs were spread and tied to the footboard. He felt the heated barrel of the gun drag up his chest, almost hot enough to burn; scraping through his stubble to trace over his lips.
“Open.”
Dean opened his mouth quickly, sucking on the hot metal of the gun as it slid in with one long, smooth glide. He heard Castiel’s satisfied rumble and basked in the feeling of having pleased his mate.
“Do you love me, Dean? Do you trust me?” Castiel asked, and Dean heard the hammer slam back just as much as he felt the vibrations against his teeth. The hunter nodded frantically, his whole body seizing up from excitement.
There was an empty click as the trigger was pulled, but it was drowned out by Dean’s needy cry. His hips jerked and twitched in a false orgasm; cock pulsing even though he hadn’t actually cum.
When the gun slid out of his mouth Dean whined. He heard the thunk as it was put on the nightstand. Heard the rasp as something else was picked up.
A cold steel tip circled around his right nipple, biting in deep enough to draw blood. Cool, chapped lips pressed against the wound, and then Castiel’s hot tongue was lapping up the blood that beaded out of the injury.
“You trust me, Dean Winchester, to care for you.” the angel breathed against his wet skin. “You accept me as your mate knowing that I will do what is needed of me to care for you.”
While he talked, Castiel pulled the blade across Dean’s skin to his left arm; up over his shoulder and down his bicep muscles until the tip of the weapon was pressed against the center of the handprint brand.
“You wear my mark, and it tells you and everyone else that you belong to me.”
Dean whimpered.
“Just as I belong to you.”
The blade moved on, tracing down the muscles of his forearm before Castiel pulled it away. He quieted Dean’s wordless protests with a gentle touch.
“Do you trust me, Dean?” The angel repeated his earlier question as Dean felt the length of the blade press against the soft skin of his throat. “Would you willingly give your life to me if I asked it of you?”
Dean nodded at once, feeling the incredibly sharp blade bite into the tender skin of his neck. Blood welled up, hot and slick, trickling toward his chest or down the sides of his throat to stain the sheets beneath him.
“Good boy.” Castiel praised, removing the blade. Gentle fingers dragged over the gash, healing it and gathering up the spilt blood. Dean wondered if his angel was going to suck it off his fingers, and smiled when he heard Castiel doing just that. Then his mate’s hot tongue was dragging across his skin in kitten-like licks, cleaning away the rest of the mess.
Castiel moved to fully rest over Dean, the furnace-like heat of his body pressing against Dean and making him crave. He bit back a whimper when he felt the first lube-wet finger pressing into him.
“I love you.” Castiel breathed into his ear. Dean shivered. “Are you enjoying yourself, beloved? You may speak this one time.”
“Yes.” Dean gasped out, the word punched from his gut with force. “Yes, Castiel. More, please.”
“Do you want to feel me inside of you, Dean? Kissing and touching you while our bodies are joined? Would you let me take you like this, beloved, even though you are barely stretched?”
Dean nodded desperately. He would let Castiel do anything to him, because he loved his mate. Castiel had his complete trust, and he knew the angel would never abuse that.
“I won’t though, Dean. I’m going to stretch you as much as I can, and then I’m going to make you feel so good.”
By the time Castiel added the second finger, Dean was nearly out of his mind with want. He pressed down on the fingers as they slid inside of him, trying to get them to press against the gland that would light his body on fire.
“Patience.” his mate whispered against his anti-possession tattoo. “Patience, beloved. Trust me.”
That made the hunter still obediently, though he whined long and low. Everything in him wanted to rock down onto Castiel’s fingers, but he couldn’t- he wouldn’t. Because he trusted Castiel.
Dean took the third finger easily, making a soft sound of pleasure. He felt full, but not full enough yet. The man wanted- craved- what his lover had yet to give him, but he was patient.
Finally, his patience was rewarded when Castiel slid deep inside of Dean; the crown of his cock rubbing against Dean’s prostate as his lover filled him in a way fingers never could.
“So good for me, beloved.” his mate moaned. “So patient and trusting. I’m proud of you, Dean.”
Basking in the glow of Castiel’s praise, Dean moaned in joy and pleasure when the angel finally began to move. Each thrust was long and deep, just the perfect mix of rough and gentle to get Dean to where he needed to be. Castiel would draw out slowly, making Dean feel every centimeter of his withdraw, until only the head of his erection was inside the man; catching teasingly on the muscles of his stretched-out rim, before he plunged back in.
It was Heaven, though the noises and cries spilling from Dean’s lips were anything but Heavenly.
Sure, steady fingers curled around his aching erection, tightening perfectly, and Dean was gone. Thrashing beneath his mate, he shouted in ecstasy before his cum was covering Castiel’s fingers, his cock pulsing and his hips jerking.
Above him Castiel hissed, his thrusts growing more frantic and erratic. When his fingers slipped into Dean’s mouth, coated with the hunter’s cum, he sucked it off obediently. His mate went still above him then, buried deeply in Dean’s body as his orgasm washed over him. Dean could feel his lover’s cock swell and pulse before he was filled by wet, familiar warmth.
Relaxing, Dean let out a contented hum, still suckling on Castiel’s fingers until his mate removed them. Closing his eyes as the blindfold was removed, he remained still and unmoving even as his arms and legs were freed.
A tender kiss was brushed over his lips. “Open your eyes, beloved one.”
When Dean obeyed, he smiled up at Castiel, enjoying the tender glow in those cherished blue eyes.
“Love you, Cas.” he whispered, watching the way his angel lit up completely, almost like there was an unseen glow of Grace under his skin that got brighter with those simple words.
“I love you too, Dean. I am glad you trust me so deeply.”
Dean pulled his angel down to cuddle, burying his face into Castiel’s thick, dark hair and inhaling. “I trust you with everything, Cas.”
Guns could protect Dean just as easily as they could misfire and kill him. Castiel, though, would never let himself lose control like that, and Dean trusted his mate to take care of him as much as he trusted the angel to keep him alive.
Castiel would never break that trust.