Pack Rites
Title: Pack Rites
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Castiel/Jensen
Warnings: AU, wolf!Castiel, wolf!Jensen
Spoilers: None~
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. Nor does Jensen Ackles.
AN: For highermagic, because I promised her animal porn for that sexy fic she wrote. Yes indeed I did. Also, Jensen, and Castiel.
AN2: Sorry this is so short, Rowan. I hope you like it anyway. D:
Summary: As alpha of the pack, he has the rights to any male or female he chooses as his mate.
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He takes control of the pack with incredible ease. Then again, the former alpha had been a creature that was pure bluff and posturing, but no real will to fight when it came down to it. He chased off others with his size and his outward look of aggression, but when Castiel-smaller, yes, but far more vicious-refuses to back down, the alpha turns tail and runs with a torn ear and blood leaking into his gold eyes and blinding him. Castiel chases him to the edge of the territory, snarling and nipping at his heels. Behind him, the rest of the pack watches silently, their eyes intent on the two males to see who will win. In the world of wolves, weakness does not make a good leader.
Castiel returns victorious, his brown-gold eyes flashing and his head raised high. They fawn over him, submitting easily and whining softly as they lick at his cheeks and throat; their tails, half-tucked, wagging behind them as they show him their subservience. He kills the old alpha’s pups without care, snarling at the mother when she bares her teeth, and she backs off quickly. That bloodline was tainted, and he refuses to have that.
The pack is full of a smattering of colors, from silver to tan, gray-even an all-black female that he knows is the former alpha’s sister. She watches him, golden eyes searching and calculating, and when she vanishes into the woods he knows she’s not coming back. He doesn’t care. There are still eight other wolves, and they all accept him as their alpha immediately.
The pack order must be re-established with whoever he deems suitable, but he has no problem with the way the pack ranks now. The betas are strong and loyal, the hunters and sentries are intelligent and good at their jobs. The omega cowers before him when Castiel stands over the small, scruffy-looking wolf, his brown ears flattened against his skull and his tail curled up against his underbelly when he rolls over to bare his stomach. Castiel sniffs at him curiously, bites at his throat, and then turns and walks away.
As alpha of the pack, he has the rights to any male or female he chooses as his mate. None of the females are in heat, but that doesn’t bother him. There are plenty of candidates, the numbers almost even between males and females, though he tilts the numbers in the males’ favors. It doesn’t matter, that doesn’t make them stronger than the females and he knows that. The second beta is female, aggressive and powerful. She’s also not a wolf, and he stops in front of her to sniff her scruff and bite at it. Honey-amber eyes stare up at him from a definitely Shepherd face; she’s a German shepherd, but there’s a hint of wolf in her-there has to be, and Castiel bites at her again before wagging his tail and licking her ear affectionately. She rumbles in return, then stands and lopes towards the den. He knows she has pups and follows after her to see them. Castiel has no intention of killing any pups that don’t have the old alpha’s blood in them, and the betas are mated, so he sees no reason to shed more blood.
The pack crowds after him, always eager for a chance to see the offspring, but they stand back to let him see the pups first. He waits just outside of the den as the mother, Treya, slips into the darkness of the den. Castiel catches a whiff of damp earth and warm bodies and whuffs softly, his tail wagging harder when the first of the pups stumbles out on paws that are too large for it to stare up at him with curiosity and excitement. Four more pups follow, three females and two males, and Castiel greets them all with licks to their foreheads until he gets to the last, and smallest, pup. He’s the runt of the litter, his coat a mixture of wolf and Shepherd markings, and he stares up at the alpha with shy, nervous eyes.
He’s stunning, even for one so young. Castiel immediately lays down and wraps a paw around the pup, pulling him forward so the little half-wolf is tucked against his chest ruff. Their colors are a sharp contrast, his own dark gray and silver coat making the pup’s lighter tawny-and-brown colors seem so much brighter. There’s a bit of dirt on his ear, so Castiel licks it away, tasting dust and wildflowers on his tongue as the pup squirms and presses tighter against him.
Treya names him Jensen, and he grows to be even more stunning than Castiel thought was possible. His scent is curious; the older Jensen grows, the more he smells like a mixture of male and female. Castiel isn’t sure how it happened, or why Jensen is that way, but he doesn’t care. He’s enamored with the younger half-wolf, and none of the pack can challenge his obvious attentions towards Jensen. The halfbreed accepts his advances, perfectly submissive. Jensen’s amber-gold eyes lower whenever Castiel approaches him, and he always presses close to lick beneath the alpha’s chin; he has the softest, sweetest whine Castiel has ever heard.
The pups all grow and meld into the pack seamlessly, swelling the ranks and making their strength grow. Neighboring packs, once a constant threat and pressure, all but vanish once they realize that Castiel is a powerful force, and not one to cross lightly. Seasons pass, and the females come in and out of heat, but Castiel never picks one of them. They don’t expect him to anymore, because when the pack beds down for the night, their paws weary from hunting and traveling across their vast territory, Jensen always curls up beside Castiel and tucks his nose into the alpha’s dark fur.
Time passes differently for wolves than it does for humans. To Castiel, it seems that a lifetime has passed since he took control of the pack. He knows it hasn’t been that long, but he marks the days through Jensen’s growth, watching the way the younger wolf fills out and becomes a sleek creature, his unusual coat thick and soft and every line of his body speaking of power and beauty.
Jensen goes into heat during the coldest part of winter. He’s barely a few months past his first year, and as soon as the scent reaches Castiel he’s up and moving, a low growl working from the depths of his abdomen when he smells the interest of the other Packmates. They’re already gathered around Jensen, watching him with bright eyes, and the shy wolf is showing them his fangs, his ears flattened against the length of his skull as he warns them off. When Castiel steps forward, though, he becomes shy and docile, dancing from paw to paw and whining excitedly. The other males back down, knowing already that Castiel has laid claim to the yearling, and the alpha bares his teeth and sends them away with the flick of one ear.
Jensen trots deeper into the forest and Castiel follows after him, their pawsteps silent and the forest around them buzzing with life. He doesn’t let the younger male get too far away, keeping close and constantly sniffing at Jensen’s flanks and licking at where he’s already wet every time the halfbreed’s tail lifts to wag. Jensen snaps at him, but doesn’t fully reject him, and Castiel’s growls make the younger male submit quickly enough.
They travel several miles away from the rest of the pack, because Castiel knows that several of the other males are interested enough in Jensen to try and mate with him, and he refuses to let that happen. Jensen is his, and he will not let anyone interfere with their mating. As soon as he judges that they are far enough away, he mounts Jensen and bites into the thick scruff at the back of the halfbreed’s neck. Jensen lets out a quiet, whining growl, but he doesn’t try to pull away when the alpha’s dewclaws dig into his sides, as Castiel grips him tightly and thrusts in short, powerful bucks until he’s inside of the halfbreed. Jensen is already open and ready, just like a female would be, and Castiel growls as he bites down harder and thrusts again and again until his knot swells enough that they are locked in place.
Castiel mates with Jensen several times over the course of two days, mounting him and knotting them together, sometimes repeatedly; that way he knows for certain that the halfbreed will conceive and carry his pups. Jensen is strong, and young, and even despite his halfbreed blood he will birth strong, worthy offspring. At night they curl around one another for warmth and Castiel grooms his mate, his partner-the pack’s second alpha. Jensen is young, but he’s intelligent and fair. He will lead well with Castiel.
The pack welcomes them back with yelps and happy barks, crowding around the two alphas and bathing them with tongues and affection. Castiel accepts it, keeping close to his mate’s side because Jensen is a bit overwhelmed by the sudden flow of attention towards him. His mother nips at his ears, showing her pride in the way her eyes sparkle and her tail wags, and then Treya licks her son’s nose before trotting away. She won’t have pups this year, not now that Jensen is alpha, but Castiel knows she doesn’t mind too much.
Jensen is still in the lingering edges of heat, no longer ovulating but still smelling fertile, and Castiel cannot help but mount him several times more while the pack is distracted by a kill. The smaller wolf is tight around him, heat and wet warmth that makes him growl in pleasure and possessiveness as he bites his mate’s scruff and knots them together, locking himself with Jensen and filling him again with his seed. Jensen lets him, whining softly and biting at his muzzle when he turns his head back. Castiel bites at him in return, then licks over the young halfbreed’s muzzle. It takes half an hour for the knot to shrink enough so that they can part, and when they do the two alphas return to the rest of the pack and curl up together. Jensen will conceive, and give birth, and Castiel will have the first generation of his bloodline in the world. The thought excites him, and the rest of the pack as well, because the two alphas are surrounded by the furry bodies of their Packmates, heat pressing in on all sides as they all bundle together for warmth and the connection created between them all.
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Castiel/Jensen
Warnings: AU, wolf!Castiel, wolf!Jensen
Spoilers: None~
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. Nor does Jensen Ackles.
AN: For highermagic, because I promised her animal porn for that sexy fic she wrote. Yes indeed I did. Also, Jensen, and Castiel.
AN2: Sorry this is so short, Rowan. I hope you like it anyway. D:
Summary: As alpha of the pack, he has the rights to any male or female he chooses as his mate.
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He takes control of the pack with incredible ease. Then again, the former alpha had been a creature that was pure bluff and posturing, but no real will to fight when it came down to it. He chased off others with his size and his outward look of aggression, but when Castiel-smaller, yes, but far more vicious-refuses to back down, the alpha turns tail and runs with a torn ear and blood leaking into his gold eyes and blinding him. Castiel chases him to the edge of the territory, snarling and nipping at his heels. Behind him, the rest of the pack watches silently, their eyes intent on the two males to see who will win. In the world of wolves, weakness does not make a good leader.
Castiel returns victorious, his brown-gold eyes flashing and his head raised high. They fawn over him, submitting easily and whining softly as they lick at his cheeks and throat; their tails, half-tucked, wagging behind them as they show him their subservience. He kills the old alpha’s pups without care, snarling at the mother when she bares her teeth, and she backs off quickly. That bloodline was tainted, and he refuses to have that.
The pack is full of a smattering of colors, from silver to tan, gray-even an all-black female that he knows is the former alpha’s sister. She watches him, golden eyes searching and calculating, and when she vanishes into the woods he knows she’s not coming back. He doesn’t care. There are still eight other wolves, and they all accept him as their alpha immediately.
The pack order must be re-established with whoever he deems suitable, but he has no problem with the way the pack ranks now. The betas are strong and loyal, the hunters and sentries are intelligent and good at their jobs. The omega cowers before him when Castiel stands over the small, scruffy-looking wolf, his brown ears flattened against his skull and his tail curled up against his underbelly when he rolls over to bare his stomach. Castiel sniffs at him curiously, bites at his throat, and then turns and walks away.
As alpha of the pack, he has the rights to any male or female he chooses as his mate. None of the females are in heat, but that doesn’t bother him. There are plenty of candidates, the numbers almost even between males and females, though he tilts the numbers in the males’ favors. It doesn’t matter, that doesn’t make them stronger than the females and he knows that. The second beta is female, aggressive and powerful. She’s also not a wolf, and he stops in front of her to sniff her scruff and bite at it. Honey-amber eyes stare up at him from a definitely Shepherd face; she’s a German shepherd, but there’s a hint of wolf in her-there has to be, and Castiel bites at her again before wagging his tail and licking her ear affectionately. She rumbles in return, then stands and lopes towards the den. He knows she has pups and follows after her to see them. Castiel has no intention of killing any pups that don’t have the old alpha’s blood in them, and the betas are mated, so he sees no reason to shed more blood.
The pack crowds after him, always eager for a chance to see the offspring, but they stand back to let him see the pups first. He waits just outside of the den as the mother, Treya, slips into the darkness of the den. Castiel catches a whiff of damp earth and warm bodies and whuffs softly, his tail wagging harder when the first of the pups stumbles out on paws that are too large for it to stare up at him with curiosity and excitement. Four more pups follow, three females and two males, and Castiel greets them all with licks to their foreheads until he gets to the last, and smallest, pup. He’s the runt of the litter, his coat a mixture of wolf and Shepherd markings, and he stares up at the alpha with shy, nervous eyes.
He’s stunning, even for one so young. Castiel immediately lays down and wraps a paw around the pup, pulling him forward so the little half-wolf is tucked against his chest ruff. Their colors are a sharp contrast, his own dark gray and silver coat making the pup’s lighter tawny-and-brown colors seem so much brighter. There’s a bit of dirt on his ear, so Castiel licks it away, tasting dust and wildflowers on his tongue as the pup squirms and presses tighter against him.
Treya names him Jensen, and he grows to be even more stunning than Castiel thought was possible. His scent is curious; the older Jensen grows, the more he smells like a mixture of male and female. Castiel isn’t sure how it happened, or why Jensen is that way, but he doesn’t care. He’s enamored with the younger half-wolf, and none of the pack can challenge his obvious attentions towards Jensen. The halfbreed accepts his advances, perfectly submissive. Jensen’s amber-gold eyes lower whenever Castiel approaches him, and he always presses close to lick beneath the alpha’s chin; he has the softest, sweetest whine Castiel has ever heard.
The pups all grow and meld into the pack seamlessly, swelling the ranks and making their strength grow. Neighboring packs, once a constant threat and pressure, all but vanish once they realize that Castiel is a powerful force, and not one to cross lightly. Seasons pass, and the females come in and out of heat, but Castiel never picks one of them. They don’t expect him to anymore, because when the pack beds down for the night, their paws weary from hunting and traveling across their vast territory, Jensen always curls up beside Castiel and tucks his nose into the alpha’s dark fur.
Time passes differently for wolves than it does for humans. To Castiel, it seems that a lifetime has passed since he took control of the pack. He knows it hasn’t been that long, but he marks the days through Jensen’s growth, watching the way the younger wolf fills out and becomes a sleek creature, his unusual coat thick and soft and every line of his body speaking of power and beauty.
Jensen goes into heat during the coldest part of winter. He’s barely a few months past his first year, and as soon as the scent reaches Castiel he’s up and moving, a low growl working from the depths of his abdomen when he smells the interest of the other Packmates. They’re already gathered around Jensen, watching him with bright eyes, and the shy wolf is showing them his fangs, his ears flattened against the length of his skull as he warns them off. When Castiel steps forward, though, he becomes shy and docile, dancing from paw to paw and whining excitedly. The other males back down, knowing already that Castiel has laid claim to the yearling, and the alpha bares his teeth and sends them away with the flick of one ear.
Jensen trots deeper into the forest and Castiel follows after him, their pawsteps silent and the forest around them buzzing with life. He doesn’t let the younger male get too far away, keeping close and constantly sniffing at Jensen’s flanks and licking at where he’s already wet every time the halfbreed’s tail lifts to wag. Jensen snaps at him, but doesn’t fully reject him, and Castiel’s growls make the younger male submit quickly enough.
They travel several miles away from the rest of the pack, because Castiel knows that several of the other males are interested enough in Jensen to try and mate with him, and he refuses to let that happen. Jensen is his, and he will not let anyone interfere with their mating. As soon as he judges that they are far enough away, he mounts Jensen and bites into the thick scruff at the back of the halfbreed’s neck. Jensen lets out a quiet, whining growl, but he doesn’t try to pull away when the alpha’s dewclaws dig into his sides, as Castiel grips him tightly and thrusts in short, powerful bucks until he’s inside of the halfbreed. Jensen is already open and ready, just like a female would be, and Castiel growls as he bites down harder and thrusts again and again until his knot swells enough that they are locked in place.
Castiel mates with Jensen several times over the course of two days, mounting him and knotting them together, sometimes repeatedly; that way he knows for certain that the halfbreed will conceive and carry his pups. Jensen is strong, and young, and even despite his halfbreed blood he will birth strong, worthy offspring. At night they curl around one another for warmth and Castiel grooms his mate, his partner-the pack’s second alpha. Jensen is young, but he’s intelligent and fair. He will lead well with Castiel.
The pack welcomes them back with yelps and happy barks, crowding around the two alphas and bathing them with tongues and affection. Castiel accepts it, keeping close to his mate’s side because Jensen is a bit overwhelmed by the sudden flow of attention towards him. His mother nips at his ears, showing her pride in the way her eyes sparkle and her tail wags, and then Treya licks her son’s nose before trotting away. She won’t have pups this year, not now that Jensen is alpha, but Castiel knows she doesn’t mind too much.
Jensen is still in the lingering edges of heat, no longer ovulating but still smelling fertile, and Castiel cannot help but mount him several times more while the pack is distracted by a kill. The smaller wolf is tight around him, heat and wet warmth that makes him growl in pleasure and possessiveness as he bites his mate’s scruff and knots them together, locking himself with Jensen and filling him again with his seed. Jensen lets him, whining softly and biting at his muzzle when he turns his head back. Castiel bites at him in return, then licks over the young halfbreed’s muzzle. It takes half an hour for the knot to shrink enough so that they can part, and when they do the two alphas return to the rest of the pack and curl up together. Jensen will conceive, and give birth, and Castiel will have the first generation of his bloodline in the world. The thought excites him, and the rest of the pack as well, because the two alphas are surrounded by the furry bodies of their Packmates, heat pressing in on all sides as they all bundle together for warmth and the connection created between them all.