Dean/Cas Big Bang - I Do(not) Want to Set the World on Fire 10/10
Part 1: Worldly Acclaim (I've Lost All) | Part 2: I'm Dreaming of (the Goal) | Part 3: Admission (and with Your) | Part 4: Believe (me) | Part 5: Flame (Just Want to Start) | Part 6: Be the One (You Love) | Part 7: World (on Fire) | Part 8: Jazzy Interlude | Part 9: Pompeii (If You Close Your Eyes)
Castiel isn’t quite sure how they got to the suite in Tenpenny Tower - he recalls returning to where Balthazar is, and something like a blinding light, and a hurried escape. He’s not sure how they got into the place either, only finds himself waking on a soft bed, curled against a resting Dean. Before, Dean was restless, unable to sleep and kept unconscious by the closeness of Lucifer and the darkness that Gabriel had pulled out of him. Now he was resting, the darkness only patches, like the dark spots of the sun or clouds in the sky, casting shadows.
“Awake, I see,” Balthazar was dressed down, the clothing more relaxed than the normal suits that most of the people wore, a crystal tumbler in his hand. “Good. I had a nice ‘chat’ with the former owner of this place.” He sipped at the drink and sat down near Castiel. “It’s been a few days.”
“Has...did they…” Castiel shifts, uncertain of how to ask the questions that he needs to say.
“So far no sign. Then again, Gabriel is chasing us down, he might still have left something for them to break through.” Balthazar takes a deeper drink. “Naomi survived, though I don’t know where she and Uriel ran off to. Inias and Hathor are at Megaton, in Dean’s home for the time being. Alfie…Samandiriel, that is…and Rachel ran off to join the Brotherhood.” He smiles, “I’m sure they’ll be fine. In the meantime, how did you heal up Dean there? Last I saw, he was a ball of angst, ready to be given over to the archangel of choice.”
Castiel isn’t certain himself. There’s a vague sense of holding tightly to Dean, of power and pressure on the Mark given, and of shared dreams of quiet lakes and something peaceful. Dean’s soul isn’t fixed, but he’s no longer hating himself as badly, and Castiel himself feels...changed. More integrated with his past and present self.
“I believe we...helped each other,” Castiel says, moving to touch Dean as the human curled up next to him, trying to keep at least one part of himself touching Castiel’s body. “I am not sure how, besides simply being there for one another, and understanding that we will always be there for one another, no matter what the circumstances.” He glanced over at Balthazar, who seemed contemplative. “How did you get this place?”
“They all decided to let me have it after I came back with a bunch of caps, or whatever the currency is. Also helped that Tenpenny ended up a smear in the courtyard.” He puts the glass down, “It won’t be long before Lucifer is out, Cassie, and from what I heard before Naomi and Uriel ran off, things were bad. Michael’s not going to rush out, but Raphael and his zealots might. Like it or not, the whole Wasteland’s in on this.”
Castiel shifted as Dean muttered, “yeah, we kinda got that.”
Balthazar looked over at him as Castiel glanced down, seeing the Human waking and looking up at him, his green eyes full of sleepiness and confusion as he looked up at Castiel. Though they had been so joined while resting, the connection was fading to their own respective spheres, leaving only the feeling of where Dean was, and, Castiel suspected, allowing Dean to somewhat know when Castiel was nearby or in danger. If he managed to get more knowledge of himself, Castiel suspected he’d also be able to find Castiel and to easily communicate with him mentally.
“Are you alright?” Castiel asked, a hand going to slowly move through Dean’s hair.
“better,” Dean said sleepily, still not moving from where he was before looking at Balthazar, “is everyone ok?”
“So far,” Balthazar told him, apparently surprised by the worry, “though I’m beginning to suspect that things are only like this in the…calm before the storm.” He glances at a watch before saying, “That said, I have a tower to run and reinforce. You two rest, or have fun, or whatever.” He smiles a little and heads off, a Protocon droid walking out to clean up something and offer up some food before heading away. Dean rested mostly against Castiel, slowly running his hand along the fabric of Castiel’s trenchcoat.
“It’s weird,” Dean muttered after a bit, “I don’t remember much, just…I know when you found me. I knew when we were…safe.” He swallows, glancing up and finally shifting to sit up a bit, “Cas, was…” he shifts, looking frightened, “I mean…what happened…”
Castiel moves to hug Dean, pulling the Human close and wrapping his wings around him. “I care for you, Dean. What you saw is the truth.”
Dean swallowed, nuzzling Castiel’s neck and tightening his grip on the Angel. “I…I’m not good at this. I won’t be.”
“I know.” Castiel moved so he was lying atop Dean, kissing the Human as they both felt the spark of pleasure and want between the two. Dean was only wearing a shirt and his underwear, and Castiel felt his power easily removing his suit, letting Dean arch up and moan at the friction and feel between the cloth. “We can work on it.”
“Cas,” Dean muttered, panting as Cas kisses his neck and shoulder, a hand on the mark while another went to stroke his cock. “Cas, please…”
Castiel moaned at the feeling as well, all but purring as Dean jerked against him, panting as their skin began to feel heated, pre-come already starting to leak from Dean’s cock and wetting the cloth. Dean’s hand gripped Castiel’s waist before moving down, making Castiel’s body push down against Dean, his wings arching briefly before curling around them.
Dean moaned in pleasure as the wings touched him, turning his head to kiss Castiel breathless as they moved together, only cotton between them. “Cas, please,” Dean moaned, pulling Castiel closer as his power stuttered, removing their clothing and getting both to gasp at the touch of skin against skin, as well as the sudden spark of lust that passed through both on so many levels.
Cas grasped their erections, his other hand gripping the mark on Dean tightly as he felt Dean’s soul spark, flaring brightly and reaching out to Castiel as his own Grace responded. Dean’s mind was a blur of want, of all he wanted to do to Castiel and he wanted done to him.
Soon, Castiel muttered mentally, getting Dean to arch against him in realization of what that meant, all of it, as soon as we can.
“God, Cas,” Dean breathed, the two moving in unison as Dean’s grip on Castiel’s back, and Castiel’s own hold on the mark making the two moan once more. Their bodies began to move as the need to come became more urgent, the sounds Dean was making urging Castiel on.
Castiel’s wings arched, nearly touching the ceiling as he felt pleasure shoot through himself and Dean. The mark and bond between them strengthened as Dean let out a cry of pleasure as he came, Castiel close behind him. Dean watches Castiel try to lower himself slowly down, a hand reaching up to stroke Castiel’s wing, getting the Angel to shiver and finally lay down to rest.
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Gabriel curses as he sees the column of light coming out of the ground, clearing the few clouds in the sky. It’s the signal of the End, of Lucifer’s release and of the start of what Dad said would happen. He’d done what he could to stop it, or at least make it so the whole thing would be quick, but apparently that hadn’t been enough.
Not to mention that now, there was a garrison running around somewhere, some rogue angels with their own ideas, and who knew what else with their own damned agenda.
Nearby, a radio turns on, static-filled at first before it tunes and he hears the familiar sounds of GNR’s music hour. He thinks back to Three Dog, to what happened, and really, really looks at it. Maybe this wasn’t how Dad saw it. After all, the light is still there, and it’s supposed to have gotten brighter, or fought off another one by now. So far there’s no answering light from the church that housed Heaven, or any other sign of impending doom. There’s no fight, no explosions. Only light that slowly flickers out, though Gabriel can still feel Lucifer’s power, but without the soul of Sam Winchester to power it.
Huh. When did his brother worry about humans so much?
To be fair, Gabriel finds himself thinking, he was in a Cage. He’s probably just happy to have contact with…well, anyone.
Gabriel blinks as it dawns on him. Michael hadn’t taken Father’s prophecies seriously, had only ruled like that small piece of Heaven was enough and there was no reason to go topside. Plus, the guys in the area with Sam were the ones that had been bred to either help Angels, or to survive the next cleansing…but they’d rebelled as well.
So we got Heaven, with Michael and Zach and Raph. We got Earth, with Dean and Cas and the others, and we got…well, I suppose we got Hell, with Sam and Luci and his. No, that didn’t quite work, because for all that Michael should be taking part in this fight, it was a bit obvious he wasn’t.
Heaven is Dean and Cas, then, Gabriel reviews, Earth is Luci and Sam. So who’s up in Hell?
“I don’t want to set the world on fire…I just want to start a flame in your heart…” the old song goes, but crackles to briefly play the old patriotic theme that the Enclave put out, a strange mix.
“in my-thi-rt I have but-you-desi-presi-and that-John Winchester.”
Gabriel looks at the broken radio as it bounces between the stations before finally dying, surprise and guilt at not seeing what was in front of his own eyes making his wings tense. Why hadn’t he seen that before?
Hell is the legion of the Enclave and theirs, who are sticking to a plan they don’t even understand. I guess I have to make amends and pick a side.
Castiel isn’t quite sure how they got to the suite in Tenpenny Tower - he recalls returning to where Balthazar is, and something like a blinding light, and a hurried escape. He’s not sure how they got into the place either, only finds himself waking on a soft bed, curled against a resting Dean. Before, Dean was restless, unable to sleep and kept unconscious by the closeness of Lucifer and the darkness that Gabriel had pulled out of him. Now he was resting, the darkness only patches, like the dark spots of the sun or clouds in the sky, casting shadows.
“Awake, I see,” Balthazar was dressed down, the clothing more relaxed than the normal suits that most of the people wore, a crystal tumbler in his hand. “Good. I had a nice ‘chat’ with the former owner of this place.” He sipped at the drink and sat down near Castiel. “It’s been a few days.”
“Has...did they…” Castiel shifts, uncertain of how to ask the questions that he needs to say.
“So far no sign. Then again, Gabriel is chasing us down, he might still have left something for them to break through.” Balthazar takes a deeper drink. “Naomi survived, though I don’t know where she and Uriel ran off to. Inias and Hathor are at Megaton, in Dean’s home for the time being. Alfie…Samandiriel, that is…and Rachel ran off to join the Brotherhood.” He smiles, “I’m sure they’ll be fine. In the meantime, how did you heal up Dean there? Last I saw, he was a ball of angst, ready to be given over to the archangel of choice.”
Castiel isn’t certain himself. There’s a vague sense of holding tightly to Dean, of power and pressure on the Mark given, and of shared dreams of quiet lakes and something peaceful. Dean’s soul isn’t fixed, but he’s no longer hating himself as badly, and Castiel himself feels...changed. More integrated with his past and present self.
“I believe we...helped each other,” Castiel says, moving to touch Dean as the human curled up next to him, trying to keep at least one part of himself touching Castiel’s body. “I am not sure how, besides simply being there for one another, and understanding that we will always be there for one another, no matter what the circumstances.” He glanced over at Balthazar, who seemed contemplative. “How did you get this place?”
“They all decided to let me have it after I came back with a bunch of caps, or whatever the currency is. Also helped that Tenpenny ended up a smear in the courtyard.” He puts the glass down, “It won’t be long before Lucifer is out, Cassie, and from what I heard before Naomi and Uriel ran off, things were bad. Michael’s not going to rush out, but Raphael and his zealots might. Like it or not, the whole Wasteland’s in on this.”
Castiel shifted as Dean muttered, “yeah, we kinda got that.”
Balthazar looked over at him as Castiel glanced down, seeing the Human waking and looking up at him, his green eyes full of sleepiness and confusion as he looked up at Castiel. Though they had been so joined while resting, the connection was fading to their own respective spheres, leaving only the feeling of where Dean was, and, Castiel suspected, allowing Dean to somewhat know when Castiel was nearby or in danger. If he managed to get more knowledge of himself, Castiel suspected he’d also be able to find Castiel and to easily communicate with him mentally.
“Are you alright?” Castiel asked, a hand going to slowly move through Dean’s hair.
“better,” Dean said sleepily, still not moving from where he was before looking at Balthazar, “is everyone ok?”
“So far,” Balthazar told him, apparently surprised by the worry, “though I’m beginning to suspect that things are only like this in the…calm before the storm.” He glances at a watch before saying, “That said, I have a tower to run and reinforce. You two rest, or have fun, or whatever.” He smiles a little and heads off, a Protocon droid walking out to clean up something and offer up some food before heading away. Dean rested mostly against Castiel, slowly running his hand along the fabric of Castiel’s trenchcoat.
“It’s weird,” Dean muttered after a bit, “I don’t remember much, just…I know when you found me. I knew when we were…safe.” He swallows, glancing up and finally shifting to sit up a bit, “Cas, was…” he shifts, looking frightened, “I mean…what happened…”
Castiel moves to hug Dean, pulling the Human close and wrapping his wings around him. “I care for you, Dean. What you saw is the truth.”
Dean swallowed, nuzzling Castiel’s neck and tightening his grip on the Angel. “I…I’m not good at this. I won’t be.”
“I know.” Castiel moved so he was lying atop Dean, kissing the Human as they both felt the spark of pleasure and want between the two. Dean was only wearing a shirt and his underwear, and Castiel felt his power easily removing his suit, letting Dean arch up and moan at the friction and feel between the cloth. “We can work on it.”
“Cas,” Dean muttered, panting as Cas kisses his neck and shoulder, a hand on the mark while another went to stroke his cock. “Cas, please…”
Castiel moaned at the feeling as well, all but purring as Dean jerked against him, panting as their skin began to feel heated, pre-come already starting to leak from Dean’s cock and wetting the cloth. Dean’s hand gripped Castiel’s waist before moving down, making Castiel’s body push down against Dean, his wings arching briefly before curling around them.
Dean moaned in pleasure as the wings touched him, turning his head to kiss Castiel breathless as they moved together, only cotton between them. “Cas, please,” Dean moaned, pulling Castiel closer as his power stuttered, removing their clothing and getting both to gasp at the touch of skin against skin, as well as the sudden spark of lust that passed through both on so many levels.
Cas grasped their erections, his other hand gripping the mark on Dean tightly as he felt Dean’s soul spark, flaring brightly and reaching out to Castiel as his own Grace responded. Dean’s mind was a blur of want, of all he wanted to do to Castiel and he wanted done to him.
Soon, Castiel muttered mentally, getting Dean to arch against him in realization of what that meant, all of it, as soon as we can.
“God, Cas,” Dean breathed, the two moving in unison as Dean’s grip on Castiel’s back, and Castiel’s own hold on the mark making the two moan once more. Their bodies began to move as the need to come became more urgent, the sounds Dean was making urging Castiel on.
Castiel’s wings arched, nearly touching the ceiling as he felt pleasure shoot through himself and Dean. The mark and bond between them strengthened as Dean let out a cry of pleasure as he came, Castiel close behind him. Dean watches Castiel try to lower himself slowly down, a hand reaching up to stroke Castiel’s wing, getting the Angel to shiver and finally lay down to rest.
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Gabriel curses as he sees the column of light coming out of the ground, clearing the few clouds in the sky. It’s the signal of the End, of Lucifer’s release and of the start of what Dad said would happen. He’d done what he could to stop it, or at least make it so the whole thing would be quick, but apparently that hadn’t been enough.
Not to mention that now, there was a garrison running around somewhere, some rogue angels with their own ideas, and who knew what else with their own damned agenda.
Nearby, a radio turns on, static-filled at first before it tunes and he hears the familiar sounds of GNR’s music hour. He thinks back to Three Dog, to what happened, and really, really looks at it. Maybe this wasn’t how Dad saw it. After all, the light is still there, and it’s supposed to have gotten brighter, or fought off another one by now. So far there’s no answering light from the church that housed Heaven, or any other sign of impending doom. There’s no fight, no explosions. Only light that slowly flickers out, though Gabriel can still feel Lucifer’s power, but without the soul of Sam Winchester to power it.
Huh. When did his brother worry about humans so much?
To be fair, Gabriel finds himself thinking, he was in a Cage. He’s probably just happy to have contact with…well, anyone.
Gabriel blinks as it dawns on him. Michael hadn’t taken Father’s prophecies seriously, had only ruled like that small piece of Heaven was enough and there was no reason to go topside. Plus, the guys in the area with Sam were the ones that had been bred to either help Angels, or to survive the next cleansing…but they’d rebelled as well.
So we got Heaven, with Michael and Zach and Raph. We got Earth, with Dean and Cas and the others, and we got…well, I suppose we got Hell, with Sam and Luci and his. No, that didn’t quite work, because for all that Michael should be taking part in this fight, it was a bit obvious he wasn’t.
Heaven is Dean and Cas, then, Gabriel reviews, Earth is Luci and Sam. So who’s up in Hell?
“I don’t want to set the world on fire…I just want to start a flame in your heart…” the old song goes, but crackles to briefly play the old patriotic theme that the Enclave put out, a strange mix.
“in my-thi-rt I have but-you-desi-presi-and that-John Winchester.”
Gabriel looks at the broken radio as it bounces between the stations before finally dying, surprise and guilt at not seeing what was in front of his own eyes making his wings tense. Why hadn’t he seen that before?
Hell is the legion of the Enclave and theirs, who are sticking to a plan they don’t even understand. I guess I have to make amends and pick a side.