I Pray the Lord, My Soul to Keep
Title: I Pray the Lord, My Soul to Keep
Author: earth_heart
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC-17 (like woah)
Spoilers: None
Warning: AU, toys, dirty talk, underage sex (Dean is 17)
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. It belongs to Erik Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story.
Summary: The entire town of Lawrence, Kansas, thinks Castiel is the best preacher they’ve ever had. He’s kind of quiet, and intense, but he’s devout and very polite. Only Dean Winchester knows what his priest is truly like, and he’s not talking.
AN: I’m sorry I haven’t put up a new chapter for Shipwrecked. x.x Honestly, right now I’m at a stalemate, and I don’t know what to do next. It should pass soon, and then I’ll get back to it. For now, I give you PORN. SHAMELESS SMUTTY GOODNESS.
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It didn’t matter how many times Castiel looked over the congregation, his eyes always return to Dean Winchester. Even from the pulpit of the church he could see the flush on the young man’s skin- see how dilated his pupils were. The boy was trying to glare at him, but failing miserably. Still, such disobedience and disrespect would not do. He had warned Dean to be on his best behavior.
While he continued to preach the sermon, Castiel slipped a hand beneath his robes and into the pocket of his slacks. He saw the flash of recognition in Dean’s eyes a second before he pressed the button. Dean’s whole body jerked, causing his family to turn towards him in order to see what the problem was.
Castiel’s eyes roamed over all of the faces before him, though from the corner of his eyes he saw Dean placate his mother, probably telling her he was quite all right. Lying, too. My, my, Dean was such a blasphemous child. It would seem Castiel would need to be more creative with his punishments.
Throughout communion and the sharing of the bread and wine, Castiel behaved himself. The friendliness of the people of Lawrence still surprised him slightly. He was new to this church, and they had gone out of their way to make him feel welcomed here.
Castiel Novak had arrived in this town nearly two months ago, and since then he had settled down very well. He knew he’d seemed like such an eager, hopeful young thing then, and he still was. Now he just had more to look forward to on Sundays. On Sundays, Dean Winchester and his family came to church. The first time he’d seen young Dean, seventeen years old and surly as anything, Castiel had become entranced. Now, well... Dean wasn’t talking about it, and so Castiel could only assume he wanted it just as much.
After all, Dean had followed his instructions perfectly. He was dressed in a dark grey suit with a navy button-down shirt, the first button undone. Castiel could just see the dark cord of the necklace Sam had given him and beneath that, an innocent silver chain.
When Dean was busy accepting the bread and wine, Castiel pressed the button on the remote control again. Dean’s hands clenched on the railing, and Castiel saw the way his jaw tightened as he ground his teeth together to avoid making any noise. He had so much control. Castiel would have to reward him later. After all, no good deed went unpunished in his church. Although, Dean’s rewards were a bit more special.
The rest of church passed quickly after that, and Castiel left Dean well enough alone. After he had blessed them all good luck in their week to come, he took his time shaking hands and giving blessings to the members of the congregation. At once point he even wished the Winchesters a good weekend, smiling in the face of Sam’s bright thirteen-year-old innocence and politely declining Mrs. Winchester’s offer of supper.
“I’m afraid I have many things to do around the church. My appointments will take some time.” Castiel said apologetically. He did not look to Dean, but he knew that the teenager was staring at him intently.
“That is such a shame, Pastor.” Mary said sadly, shaking her head. “We will simply have to have you over another time, then. Don’t you agree, John?”
“I do. You’re more than welcome over at our house any time.” John Winchester agreed, shaking Castiel’s hand next. Dean passed him without any contact, and Castiel had to try very hard not to smirk. He would get all the contact he wanted later on.
The Lutheran Church of Lawrence cleared out very quickly as families headed off to enjoy the rest of their Sundays. Once Castiel was sure everyone had gone forty-five minutes later he locked up the church and headed back to his office. If there was an extra spring in his hurried steps, no one was around to notice.
When he pushed open his door, the first thing his eyes sought out was Dean. Just as he had instructed, the teenager was sitting in Castiel’s chair, his hands on the desk. Castiel locked his door before going to check the window, which was how Dean had gotten into the room. Once he was satisfied, he went about removing his robes and sash and hanging them up. Not once did he look at Dean.
After his garments were put away, he was left in his crisp white button-down shirt and his dark slacks, as well as his shoes and socks. Only then did he turn to look at Dean. “I noticed you were misbehaving in church.” he said lightly, slipping his hand into his pocket in a movement that to anyone else would have been casual.
“I did no- ahh.” Dean’s angry protest was cut off by the moan punched from his lungs when Castiel turned up the dial and pressed the button. He watched with fascination as Dean shifted on his chair, his hips bucking up before grinding back down into the leather of the seat.
“Did you follow all of my instructions, Dean?” Castiel asked, keeping himself under control. “All of them?”
“Yes, Castiel, I did.” Dean’s voice was breathy; his flush a dark, attractive shade as he gripped the armrests of the chair.
“Show me.”
The teenager was quick to unbutton his shirt, slipping out of both it and the jacket of his suit. Castiel held up a hand and Dean stopped so that the priest could look his fill. Dean was stunning, his flush spreading down his chest. His nipples were erect already, and the natural tan he had made the simple silver necklace Castiel had given him stand out even more. Castiel remembered the exact day he’d given Dean that piece of jewelry. It was when all of this had started.
“Continue.”
Dean hurried to unbuckle and unzip his pants. He popped the button with a quiet, needy noise before rocking his hips up to shimmy out of his garments. When he was done, he obediently pushed the chair back away from the desk so that Castiel could see all of him.
The teenager’s cock arched proudly away from his body, flushed a dark red color. Pre-cum beaded the tip in pearly drops, but it was the light blue cock ring that kept Dean from reaching completion.
“Spread your legs. Hold them apart so that I can see it.” Castiel growled, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. He watched Dean hurry to comply; how the teen hooked his arms behind his knees and pulled his legs up and apart. Eagerly Castiel leaned forward, his eyes zeroing in on the anal plug that he had instructed (they did not throw the word ‘order’ around, no matter how much Dean wanted him to say it) the teenager to insert before coming to church that morning. It was easy to see Dean’s entrance spasm around the plug, clenching down on it as it vibrated at a low level.
“Beautiful.” Castiel whispered. Then he straightened up. “All right, Dean. Go and retrieve the suitcase. You know where it is.”
Dean slid out of the seat, wincing as his bare feet touched the cold tile floor. However, he soon hurried over to Castiel’s closet, dropping to his knees and crawling into the space between robes in order to retrieve the locked black suitcase Castiel had hidden back there.
When it was handed to him, Castiel set it on the desk and quickly spun in the combination code. He listened for the click, smiling in satisfaction when he heard it and popping open the top. The first thing he pulled out were the handcuffs.
Castiel held them up, watching how Dean’s eyes darkened and hearing the whine that came unbidden from the teenager. Without the priest even having to ask, the teenager turned around and put his arms behind his back.
“Very good, Dean.” Castiel whispered into the skin of Dean’s neck as he locked the bands of steel around his wrists. He licked a quick line up Dean’s throat before pulling back. “Now, on your knees.”
Dean obediently kneeled on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted. Castiel smirked to himself and pulled out the separator bar, quickly locking the cuffs around Dean’s ankles before he pulled back to admire the sight.
There was no way for the teenager to close his legs now, with the bar holding them apart. He couldn’t use his arms, for they were locked behind his back. The anal plug was still inserted, and the cock ring was keeping his orgasm at bay. If Castiel hadn’t already been highly aroused, that sight alone would have done it.
Coming forward, the priest stroked his hands tenderly through Dean’s hair, smiling down at him. “Very good, my son.” he praised. Dean beamed up at him. Because of his usual gruff and wild nature, this more submissive Dean was one that no one had ever seen. Castiel had noticed it, though, but this was in no way him taking advantage of the teenager.
He would not be doing any of this if Dean did not fully trust him.
Castiel settled into his chair after slipping out of his shirt. He unbuckled and opened his slacks, lifting his hips much as Dean had in order to pull them off along with his boxers. Once all of his remaining clothing was gone, he motioned the teenager forward. “Show me how obedient you are.” he purred.
Dean whined high in his throat and surged forward. His full, wet lips wrapped around Castiel’s erection as the priest watched him mouth wantonly at his cock. Dean licked a wet stripe up the underside and Castiel parted his legs with a soft growl, giving Dean access to his testicles. The teenager moaned and tried to lick at them, making a frustrated sound when he couldn’t reach them properly.
“What do you want, Dean? You need to tell me.” Castiel said softly, running his fingers through Dean’s hair before gently grabbing a fistful of it. “Tell me.”
“Move forward. Please.” Dean whispered, his hot breath puffing against Castiel’s sensitive skin and making him shiver. “I want to suck on them.”
Castiel moved forward, sliding up until where his thighs met his buttocks was just over the chair. Dean dove down excitedly, suckling on Castiel’s testicles and drawing a deep moan from the priest. He tipped his head back against the chair and hissed, letting Dean play for just this little bit of time. Soon it would be Castiel’s turn.
Hot lips closed around his erection, and before Castiel could even lift his head fully Dean had taken him down all the way. Growling, Castiel tightened his hold on Dean’s hair, rocking his hips up gently. He might be the one in charge here, but he had sworn a promise to Dean that he would never hurt him. If Dean showed one ounce of pain, Castiel would make them stop.
“That’s enough, Dean.” he growled, pulling the teenager away from his cock and smiling at the disappointed whimper. “There is more we can do. Let me up.” Dean moved back with obvious reluctance and Castiel stood, returning to the desk. He picked up the remote at the same time he picked something else out of the suitcase. Turning to Dean, he presented him with the two objects.
“Please.” Dean begged softly, leaning forward and opening his mouth. Castiel lowered himself to his knees, setting the two things on the chair before he pulled Dean in for a kiss. The teenager moaned when Castiel’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and Castiel answered with his own deep rumble as he tasted Dean.
Satisfied, the priest pulled back before picking up the ball gag. Dean obediently opened his mouth wider, allowing Castiel to slip the ball into his mouth; tilting his head forward so the priest could fasten it tightly. He pulled back to watch Dean bite into the rubber, his body shaking with excitement and arousal.
Castiel held up the remote. “Do you feel good, Dean?” he asked gently. Dean moaned around the gag and nodded. “Do you want to feel better?” The teenager nodded again, frantically.
Turning the dial up fully, Castiel pressed the button and held it down. He listened to Dean’s muffled howl, watching as the teenager’s body bowed backward. Dean’s hips bucked and twitched, rocking forward and then grinding back to try and force the vibrating plug deeper.
“It’s not touching your prostate, is it, Dean?” Castiel murmured. “You followed my directions like a good boy, right?”
Dean moaned, nodding and gazing at Castiel with wide, pleading green eyes. The priest stood and moved around to settle behind Dean. A light touch on the teenager’s tanned back had him leaning forward eagerly, offering himself up to Castiel.
Castiel ran his finger over the muscles of Dean’s entrance, feeling how they rippled and clenched around the plug. He could hear it vibrating and gently gripped the end, pushing it forward. Dean screamed through the gag and bucked back, trying to push the plug deeper. Carefully Castiel shifted the toy around, then pressed it forward again.
He knew he’d found Dean’s prostate when the teenager’s head knocked against the floor, his entire body arching. Dean couldn’t even scream, but Castiel saw how his erection twitched and pulsed with a dry orgasm. The cock ring was doing its job well.
“Are you ready for more, Dean? Do you want more?” Castiel murmured, taking his finger off the control so that the vibrating died down. Dean sagged forward, his whimpers muffled by the gag as he shifted; tilted his hips back to try and make Castiel push the plug deeper. Castiel watched him closely until Dean nodded.
Carefully the priest unlocked the cuffs and took them away. He helped Dean to his feet and led them back to his chair. Castiel sat down, stopping Dean from following with a hand on his hip. He pulled out the plug first, growling at the lost noise Dean made when he removed the slicked-up toy. Only after setting it on the ground did he pull Dean onto his lap.
“Are you ready for me, Dean?” he whispered, nipping at the teenager’s ear and smiling as he felt him nod. It was easy to shift Dean into the proper position, then lift him up and slide inside of him as he pulled Dean down. They both moaned as Castiel sank in farther than the plug had gone, and Castiel gently bit Dean’s shoulder.
Their arrangement had started two weeks after Castiel had arrived. Dean had come to Castiel confessing his interest in both males and females, and his deeply-hidden need to have his control taken away from him. His usually strong voice had shaken slightly when he’d told Castiel of his need to submit, and how much the thought of sex toys excited him. Castiel had already wanted Dean, from the moment he’d seen him, and he had been quick to offer this little alternative. Dean had readily agreed, which had surprised Castiel to no end.
This was the result, now; Castiel’s cock deep inside of Dean while the teen was bound and gagged on his lap. From the beginning they had established rules, and it had taken a long time to build up to this stage. Castiel had refused to do anything until he was sure Dean trusted him. Now that the teenager did, there was nothing stopping Castiel. His suitcase was quickly filling up with all kinds of interesting things.
“I’m going to move now, Dean. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, just like I know you’ve wanted me to all week. How many times have you pleasured yourself, thinking of me doing this to you?” Castiel growled. Usually the priest did not like to swear, but for Dean he would do anything to excite the teenager.
And Dean was excited. It had taken no time at all to figure out that the young man liked dirty talk, and Castiel used it shamelessly now. It was worth it for the way Dean ground back against him desperately; to hear the choked off moans that were muffled by the gag.
“Feel me inside of you, Dean? Feel how hard I am; how deep? It’s so much better than that little plug, isn’t it? You want it so much more that you’ll gladly beg me for it.”
Deans fingers scrabbled at his stomach, and Castiel knew that he was ready. He lifted Dean easily, then brought him down while thrusting back up into him. The priest’s actions were rough, his thrusts dirty and deep- just how he knew Dean loved it.
Castiel moaned at the feeling of Dean’s internal muscles clamping down on him as he thrust in deep. When he pressed against the young man’s prostate Dean clenched down on him tighter. Castiel hissed. He could never last long when Dean was so eager, and he knew that Dean’s own arousal had to be borderline painful by now. He had been wearing the cock ring and plug since before he’d even arrived at the church.
As he continued to thrust up into Dean’s willing body, he slipped a hand around the teen’s side, quickly undoing the cock ring and pulling it off before replacing the band of rubber with his own fingers. He sat back in the chair, letting Dean fuck forward into his fist before grinding back onto his cock. Every once and a while Castiel would thrust up to meet Dean, but for now he let the teenager do what he wanted.
When he felt he was getting close he surged forward, slamming Dean into the desk in front of him and starting a rough pace that had the young male shouting and bucking beneath him. He felt it when Dean released, felt the teenager’s cum dribbling down his fingers, and snapped his hips forward into the impossibly tight heat. Dean’s muscles locked down around him and Castiel stilled; his released punched through him and he growled softly.
When the white faded from his vision and he felt like he could move, he carefully unfastened the gag and removed it from Dean’s mouth, reaching over without slipping out of the young man so that he could grab the keys for the handcuffs. Dean panted onto the wood of the desk while Castiel released him, and when the cuffs were once again in the suitcase he turned him around.
Saliva ran down the sides of Dean’s chin as a result of having the gag in his mouth and Castiel licked them away. Dean moaned softly when his tongue slipped into the teenager’s mouth, stroking lazily over the young man’s. Castiel was gentle, but he was still obviously dominating this situation.
“Did you enjoy that?” Castiel murmured once he’d pulled back. He smiled at Dean, lifting his hands to stroke his fingers along Dean’s jawline, tipping his head back. Dean complied, and Castiel closed his teeth around the teenager’s Adam’s apple, biting down hard enough to stake his claim, but not hard enough to leave a mark behind.
“Very much so.” Dean murmured, grinning at the priest. Castiel swatted at his shoulder lightly, smirking back before he moved towards the small bathroom that he’d had built with his own money. He quickly wet a washcloth and came back, wiping down Dean first before cleaning off his own body.
They redressed in silence, though there were many looks and touches that passed between them as they did so. This was the only time during the week that they got to have this, and so they kept as much contact between them as they could.
“Say, Cas, you are going to come to dinner, right?” Dean asked once they were presentable again. He sounded nervous but hopeful, and once again Castiel had to marvel over the change between this Dean and the usual self-assured, cocky Dean Winchester that everyone else saw.
When Castiel looked at him, he saw how nervous Dean actually was. The young man wouldn’t meet his eyes, like he was actually afraid that Castiel would say no. When Castiel ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, the teenager looked up at him and smiled shyly.
Castiel smiled back. “I would love to join your family for dinner. Ask your mother if tomorrow will work.”
Dean’s bright smile was more than worth it.