Oh, buggerit
Reposting this here from blindfold_spn while I remember - I originally intended to clean it up and make it into a proper fic, but the more I work on the rewrite the more the rewrite is an entirely different story, so I give in.
Originally posted here.
Reposting this here from blindfold_spn while I remember - I originally intended to clean it up and make it into a proper fic, but the more I work on the rewrite the more the rewrite is an entirely different story, so I give in.
Originally posted here.
Dean isn't all that sure why Balthazar seems to hate him. Sure, Dean had threatened to burn him to a crisp once, but he'd outright tried to kill Gabriel several times and he'd still ended up on friendly enough terms with him that Gabriel ended up dying for the human cause.
Balthazar's presence feels uncomfortably like Ruby's used to; as if he's staying with them only until he can reveal some nefarious purpose, or as if he's simply waiting for a better option to come along.
Dean knows better than to think Balthazar texted him to come back to the motel for anything good, but he still finds himself hesitant to open the door, half expects to get shot in the face if he tries.
There's a muffled yell from inside that sounds a Hell of a lot like it came from Castiel, and Dean figures his nerves can go fuck themselves, unlocks and opens the door.
It swings open hard enough to hit the wall and bounce closed again. Not entirely believing what he's just seen, Dean opens the door again, slowly, and stares, clenching his fists hard enough to draw blood.
Castiel looks alarmed for all of two seconds before Balthazar's tongue on his neck distracts him, leaves him shutting his eyes and rocking back against Balthazar's hips.
The bed's been moved to face the door. Balthazar staged this.
The smug bastard looks at him, daring him to make a move, and wraps a hand around Castiel's cock, stroking it. Castiel pants and whimpers something that definitely isn't English, Balthazar whispering something in return, and Castiel nods before coming with a scream as Balthazar fucks him hard enough to make the bed-springs squeal.
Dean closes the door and punches the wall next to it until his knuckles bleed.
Balthazar knew Dean wasn't good enough from the moment he laid eyes on the human. Everyone in Heaven knew about the Winchesters; not so many knew about Castiel having fallen for them more than he ever fell as a side-effect of stopping the Apocalypse.
Balthazar had watched Castiel suffer derision and punishment at Heaven's hands because of the Winchesters. Sam was a broken thing, an abomination, and could not help what he was. But Dean - Dean was the Righteous Man, Michael's vessel, a chosen one.
Balthazar was disappointed to realise that even the Righteous Man was just a man.
The disappointment would have been bearable had Castiel not continued to show a depth of devotion to the human that any angel would be puzzled by. Balthazar had witnessed love in all its forms and glory, and had no doubt that Castiel was in love with Dean and Dean in love with Castiel - but Dean did not deserve that love. He took advantage of it and refused to acknowledge Castiel in return; Dean took and took and took and when he gave it was always begrudgingly, his promises of support for Castiel empty and pathetic things.
Balthazar would not let that stand, not for an angel of Castiel's value, not for a friend he adored, and not for someone he wanted more than anything else on Heaven or on Earth.
It was easy to invade Castiel's personal space; only humans paid any attention to it, and Balthazar was casual with his hands in a way he knew Castiel would appreciate while only partially understanding. Dean's awkwardness at walking in on them standing side by side or reading over one another's shoulders was amusing in and of itself. It was better still to watch television and rest his head on Castiel's shoulder, or wrap an arm around Castiel's waist.
Dean started with the homophobic comments quickly enough, but Sam cut through them whenever he was present, even took the time to yell at Dean in private for being a 'child'. "They're brothers!" Sam had shouted.
"We don't do that," Dean hissed in reply. "It's weird."
"Our whole family is weird, Dean! That, in there? That's what normal people do!"
He had hesitated at doing more, because Castiel had always been his friend, his brother, his comrade. He didn't want to risk ruining it, especially with Castiel being so volatile by nature; Castiel was deeply obsessed with everything he did, but he was quiet about it, and unpredictable on account. Balthazar knew Castiel appreciated his friendship in his own way, even if it had been an awkward sort of alliance at first after the fights they had been through over Raphael, but he did not know where he lay in Castiel's affections. Doubted Castiel had ever considered more, with him or with Dean - there was an innocence to Castiel that had yet to be corrupted.
He had thought about introducing Castiel to alcohol or drugs, but Dean was strangely obsessed with keeping Castiel sober, seemed to associate it with bad memories; besides which, it felt... wrong, somehow, to change Castiel's mind without his being fully aware of it. Magic, too, and a few favours owed to him by Cherubim, all were ruled out by the fact he wanted Castiel to know what he was getting into.
Coincidence made it easy, in the end. Sam and Dean had been unable to finish the box of donuts they had bought for breakfast, and had headed off out on a hunt with the comment that Balthazar and Castiel could help themselves.
Castiel ate one absent-mindedly while pouring over the contents of John Winchester's journal, and while Balthazar paid attention to Castiel's occasional comments in one dimension, his focus in most of them was on the smear of sugar just under Castiel's bottom lip.
"Excuse me," Balthazar said, "But you have - here -" he started to wipe it off with his thumb before realising exactly what opportunity he had started to miss out on.
He leant in and licked off the last of the sugar, paused for a moment to see if Castiel reacted, then kissed him gently when he didn't make a decision one way or the other.
Given that Castiel hesitated only a moment longer before kissing him back, Balthazar took that as a good sign. When Castiel opted to deepen the kiss, he figured he didn't need signs anymore.
After that it was easier to start stealing Castiel's time away from Dean; to talk over Dean with only a whisper of Enochian, Castiel's thoughts instantly picking up on his native language over the foreign tongues of humans, and perhaps it was cruel to drive a wedge between them by ensuring Castiel was frequently distracted around Dean, but Dean had never given Castiel the respect he deserved in the first place.
Castiel deserved the attention of someone who was willing to focus on them completely, and Balthazar was happy to give that attention. More than that, to prove he could provide that attention.
Kissing moved quickly to other acts, acts of hands and tongues and tasting everything Castiel had to give, but Balthazar knew Castiel still had his virginity even after all these aeons, was determined to make their first time special.
He moved the bed to face the door and texted Dean before inviting Castiel over to the bed, peeling off the layers and kissing each exposed inch, watching Castiel's slow realisation he meant to go further than they had before.
Better to be honest than kicked out of bed for pushing his luck. "Do you like being a virgin?"
"I don't mind," Castiel said, and Balthazar felt the flutter of an increased pulse where his hand rested against Castiel's thigh.
"I'd like to be your first," Balthazar said, keeping his tone light but serious, even if he felt the air around him whisper Mine. He could only hide his true form and true thoughts to a degree.
Castiel nodded, closed his eyes and nodded again as if he'd considered it properly the second time, and Balthazar was quick to ensure he didn't reconsider, lubing up his fingers and opening Castiel up on them slowly and sweetly, making sure to watch the reaction when Castiel first discovered the perks of wearing a vessel with a prostate.
If he bit down on Castiel's lip a little too hard when he pushed in, it wasn't entirely his own fault. A 'crush' was bad enough for a human to withstand. Aeons of partially requited love had entirely different side-effects.
He only notices Dean's face long enough to smirk and close his hand around Castiel's erection before Castiel asks him for "More," in their own language, and he can only whisper "Anything," in return, losing himself to Castiel. He fucks Castiel harder and barely hears Dean shutting the door over the scream of his own name in every dimension they occupy, barely knows anything beyond the push-pull of his being and Castiel's.
Castiel rarely comes quietly, but Balthazar's ears are ringing as he follows suit, and he almost shakes with the strain of coming inside Castiel, exhausted and satisfied to the very bones. He can barely kneel a moment longer, wraps his arms around Castiel as they collapse against the bed in this universe and his wings around Castiel's true form in a few others.
Castiel's never come like that with him before, always held back parts of himself, and Balthazar is almost shaken by their joining. He can't quite bring himself to pull away from Castiel, and it's a relief that Castiel doesn't try to move either.
Balthazar's had sex with other angels, of course, but it's still - different.
"What was that?" he asks, lips pressed to the damp skin between Castiel's shoulder and neck.
"I knew you were jealous of Dean," Castiel said, voice quiet and thoughtful, "I knew that you wanted to beat him. But you stayed with me." Castiel closed his eyes, relaxed against the bed, ignorant of the drying stains on his belly and thighs. "You stopped holding back, so I did too."
Balthazar almost daren't ask, but he thinks about all the questions Castiel just answered and chooses something else instead. "Why did you let me steal you?"
"You think you're stealing," Castiel replies, lifting one of Balthazar's hands to his lips and kissing it. "So you think I'm valuable."
Balthazar almost wants to run out and tear Dean apart for ever letting Castiel get into this mindset, but he lets his anger settle for now, finds it hard not to let it settle with Castiel here in his arms.
Castiel has never asked for much, despite everything he's sacrificed. Balthazar rarely answered him in the past, and Dean was no different.
Balthazar considers the cost of everything Castiel has given up to make both Earth and Heaven better places. Providing what he asks for in future seems a very small price to pay.
The fact he gets to rub that in Dean's face is just a bonus.
Originally posted here.
Reposting this here from blindfold_spn while I remember - I originally intended to clean it up and make it into a proper fic, but the more I work on the rewrite the more the rewrite is an entirely different story, so I give in.
Originally posted here.
Dean isn't all that sure why Balthazar seems to hate him. Sure, Dean had threatened to burn him to a crisp once, but he'd outright tried to kill Gabriel several times and he'd still ended up on friendly enough terms with him that Gabriel ended up dying for the human cause.
Balthazar's presence feels uncomfortably like Ruby's used to; as if he's staying with them only until he can reveal some nefarious purpose, or as if he's simply waiting for a better option to come along.
Dean knows better than to think Balthazar texted him to come back to the motel for anything good, but he still finds himself hesitant to open the door, half expects to get shot in the face if he tries.
There's a muffled yell from inside that sounds a Hell of a lot like it came from Castiel, and Dean figures his nerves can go fuck themselves, unlocks and opens the door.
It swings open hard enough to hit the wall and bounce closed again. Not entirely believing what he's just seen, Dean opens the door again, slowly, and stares, clenching his fists hard enough to draw blood.
Castiel looks alarmed for all of two seconds before Balthazar's tongue on his neck distracts him, leaves him shutting his eyes and rocking back against Balthazar's hips.
The bed's been moved to face the door. Balthazar staged this.
The smug bastard looks at him, daring him to make a move, and wraps a hand around Castiel's cock, stroking it. Castiel pants and whimpers something that definitely isn't English, Balthazar whispering something in return, and Castiel nods before coming with a scream as Balthazar fucks him hard enough to make the bed-springs squeal.
Dean closes the door and punches the wall next to it until his knuckles bleed.
Balthazar knew Dean wasn't good enough from the moment he laid eyes on the human. Everyone in Heaven knew about the Winchesters; not so many knew about Castiel having fallen for them more than he ever fell as a side-effect of stopping the Apocalypse.
Balthazar had watched Castiel suffer derision and punishment at Heaven's hands because of the Winchesters. Sam was a broken thing, an abomination, and could not help what he was. But Dean - Dean was the Righteous Man, Michael's vessel, a chosen one.
Balthazar was disappointed to realise that even the Righteous Man was just a man.
The disappointment would have been bearable had Castiel not continued to show a depth of devotion to the human that any angel would be puzzled by. Balthazar had witnessed love in all its forms and glory, and had no doubt that Castiel was in love with Dean and Dean in love with Castiel - but Dean did not deserve that love. He took advantage of it and refused to acknowledge Castiel in return; Dean took and took and took and when he gave it was always begrudgingly, his promises of support for Castiel empty and pathetic things.
Balthazar would not let that stand, not for an angel of Castiel's value, not for a friend he adored, and not for someone he wanted more than anything else on Heaven or on Earth.
It was easy to invade Castiel's personal space; only humans paid any attention to it, and Balthazar was casual with his hands in a way he knew Castiel would appreciate while only partially understanding. Dean's awkwardness at walking in on them standing side by side or reading over one another's shoulders was amusing in and of itself. It was better still to watch television and rest his head on Castiel's shoulder, or wrap an arm around Castiel's waist.
Dean started with the homophobic comments quickly enough, but Sam cut through them whenever he was present, even took the time to yell at Dean in private for being a 'child'. "They're brothers!" Sam had shouted.
"We don't do that," Dean hissed in reply. "It's weird."
"Our whole family is weird, Dean! That, in there? That's what normal people do!"
He had hesitated at doing more, because Castiel had always been his friend, his brother, his comrade. He didn't want to risk ruining it, especially with Castiel being so volatile by nature; Castiel was deeply obsessed with everything he did, but he was quiet about it, and unpredictable on account. Balthazar knew Castiel appreciated his friendship in his own way, even if it had been an awkward sort of alliance at first after the fights they had been through over Raphael, but he did not know where he lay in Castiel's affections. Doubted Castiel had ever considered more, with him or with Dean - there was an innocence to Castiel that had yet to be corrupted.
He had thought about introducing Castiel to alcohol or drugs, but Dean was strangely obsessed with keeping Castiel sober, seemed to associate it with bad memories; besides which, it felt... wrong, somehow, to change Castiel's mind without his being fully aware of it. Magic, too, and a few favours owed to him by Cherubim, all were ruled out by the fact he wanted Castiel to know what he was getting into.
Coincidence made it easy, in the end. Sam and Dean had been unable to finish the box of donuts they had bought for breakfast, and had headed off out on a hunt with the comment that Balthazar and Castiel could help themselves.
Castiel ate one absent-mindedly while pouring over the contents of John Winchester's journal, and while Balthazar paid attention to Castiel's occasional comments in one dimension, his focus in most of them was on the smear of sugar just under Castiel's bottom lip.
"Excuse me," Balthazar said, "But you have - here -" he started to wipe it off with his thumb before realising exactly what opportunity he had started to miss out on.
He leant in and licked off the last of the sugar, paused for a moment to see if Castiel reacted, then kissed him gently when he didn't make a decision one way or the other.
Given that Castiel hesitated only a moment longer before kissing him back, Balthazar took that as a good sign. When Castiel opted to deepen the kiss, he figured he didn't need signs anymore.
After that it was easier to start stealing Castiel's time away from Dean; to talk over Dean with only a whisper of Enochian, Castiel's thoughts instantly picking up on his native language over the foreign tongues of humans, and perhaps it was cruel to drive a wedge between them by ensuring Castiel was frequently distracted around Dean, but Dean had never given Castiel the respect he deserved in the first place.
Castiel deserved the attention of someone who was willing to focus on them completely, and Balthazar was happy to give that attention. More than that, to prove he could provide that attention.
Kissing moved quickly to other acts, acts of hands and tongues and tasting everything Castiel had to give, but Balthazar knew Castiel still had his virginity even after all these aeons, was determined to make their first time special.
He moved the bed to face the door and texted Dean before inviting Castiel over to the bed, peeling off the layers and kissing each exposed inch, watching Castiel's slow realisation he meant to go further than they had before.
Better to be honest than kicked out of bed for pushing his luck. "Do you like being a virgin?"
"I don't mind," Castiel said, and Balthazar felt the flutter of an increased pulse where his hand rested against Castiel's thigh.
"I'd like to be your first," Balthazar said, keeping his tone light but serious, even if he felt the air around him whisper Mine. He could only hide his true form and true thoughts to a degree.
Castiel nodded, closed his eyes and nodded again as if he'd considered it properly the second time, and Balthazar was quick to ensure he didn't reconsider, lubing up his fingers and opening Castiel up on them slowly and sweetly, making sure to watch the reaction when Castiel first discovered the perks of wearing a vessel with a prostate.
If he bit down on Castiel's lip a little too hard when he pushed in, it wasn't entirely his own fault. A 'crush' was bad enough for a human to withstand. Aeons of partially requited love had entirely different side-effects.
He only notices Dean's face long enough to smirk and close his hand around Castiel's erection before Castiel asks him for "More," in their own language, and he can only whisper "Anything," in return, losing himself to Castiel. He fucks Castiel harder and barely hears Dean shutting the door over the scream of his own name in every dimension they occupy, barely knows anything beyond the push-pull of his being and Castiel's.
Castiel rarely comes quietly, but Balthazar's ears are ringing as he follows suit, and he almost shakes with the strain of coming inside Castiel, exhausted and satisfied to the very bones. He can barely kneel a moment longer, wraps his arms around Castiel as they collapse against the bed in this universe and his wings around Castiel's true form in a few others.
Castiel's never come like that with him before, always held back parts of himself, and Balthazar is almost shaken by their joining. He can't quite bring himself to pull away from Castiel, and it's a relief that Castiel doesn't try to move either.
Balthazar's had sex with other angels, of course, but it's still - different.
"What was that?" he asks, lips pressed to the damp skin between Castiel's shoulder and neck.
"I knew you were jealous of Dean," Castiel said, voice quiet and thoughtful, "I knew that you wanted to beat him. But you stayed with me." Castiel closed his eyes, relaxed against the bed, ignorant of the drying stains on his belly and thighs. "You stopped holding back, so I did too."
Balthazar almost daren't ask, but he thinks about all the questions Castiel just answered and chooses something else instead. "Why did you let me steal you?"
"You think you're stealing," Castiel replies, lifting one of Balthazar's hands to his lips and kissing it. "So you think I'm valuable."
Balthazar almost wants to run out and tear Dean apart for ever letting Castiel get into this mindset, but he lets his anger settle for now, finds it hard not to let it settle with Castiel here in his arms.
Castiel has never asked for much, despite everything he's sacrificed. Balthazar rarely answered him in the past, and Dean was no different.
Balthazar considers the cost of everything Castiel has given up to make both Earth and Heaven better places. Providing what he asks for in future seems a very small price to pay.
The fact he gets to rub that in Dean's face is just a bonus.