Hold Me Destiel
Dean shuffled through his bag, pulling out an almost clean flannel. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled from a mysterious breeze. "D'you feel that?"
Sam turned to his brother, toothbrush dangling from his hand. "What?"
"Nothing. Just, just finish brushing your teeth and stop hoggin' the sink." Dean pulled out his own toothbrush and razors. "Gonna hit the showers if that's all right with you."
Sam peered over his shoulder looking at the door to the bathroom. "Well, I was gonna. . . "
"Yeah, I don't care." Dean slapped playfully at his brother's arm as he sauntered into the bathroom.
Once safely inside, he slid out of his jean's, pooling them around his feet before he kicked them to the corner. Once he was naked, he slid into the shower, hot water washing away the last few days and flushing them down the tiny motel drain. He felt the breeze hit his skin again, fluttering the dingy shower curtain. "SAM?" He peeked around, expecting to see his brother standing there with a dopey grin, but no one was there. He ducked back under the hot stream and rolled the small hotel bar of soap until the foamy bubbles started to form. He rubbed the suds into his skin. Sometimes he felt like he could wash away everything he's seen and heard if he could just scrub a little harder. He closed his green eyes, dipping his head back under the stream and wetting his hair.
"Dean." The voice floated from all around him, deep and growling. "Dean."
The hunter flung back the curtain, staring again at the empty bathroom.
"I need you to say yes." The voice bounced off the tile and landed in the middle of Dean's chest.
"Who are you?" Dean yelled at his reflection in the mirror.
"They have my vessel. I need somewhere safe to hide. Please Dean."
The green eyes closed again. A heavy sigh filling his chest. "Yes." He whispered.
His body felt like it shifted, a sudden fullness settling in his chest. His head felt hazy, like a hangover without the fun night. He'd never shared his body like this before. He remembered the other times, cold anger seeping into him, pushing him back into himself, holding him there. Not like this. The entity tried to stay small, barely grazing across Dean's soul with a warm glow. "Cas?" His voice was soft, not sure if he even needed to speak out loud to talk to the angel now.
Dean shook his head as thoughts that weren't his own filled his head like they belonged there. 'Yes Dean. Thank you. I had no where else to go. I know I'm safe with you."
The hunter suddenly felt very vulnerable, body still wet and naked in the shower. His hand moved to touch his body with curiosity. "Um Cas?"
Dean watched his body continue to move without his consent. His finger's flicked at his nipple with a little too much force. Dean jumped somewhere inside his body. He watched his dick quiver, felt a bolt of excitement ripple up his back. The thought floated through his head again, mingling with his own. 'I want to make it all up to you Dean.'
The warm glow began to grow, tangling with his own inner self, wrapping itself around him. Dean started to pull away, fear pushing him to flee from the unknown. But then he remembered it was Cas. The angel who had saved him from Hell. The one who came when he called, cleaning up whatever mess Dean had gotten himself into. He let the warmth envelope him, bringing a new wave of haziness. The water started to cool, beating down on him and bringing him back to himself for a moment. He struggled to shut off the water, fighting Cas's hold on his body. He leaned against the cool tile, trying to catch his breath that didn't even feel like his own anymore. "I'll make it up to you." He heard his own voice speak very deeply with none of his usual inflection.
Again his body moved, slowly as if waiting for approval. Dean waited, watching his own hand hover over his now half hard dick. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hand touched him. It was an odd sensation. Clearly, it was his own hand touching his dick, but it felt different foreign. He had no control over the hesitant stroke. He gasped in surprise as the thumb brushed across the tip. 'Dean.' The voice danced inside his head, searching for reassurance and some sort of response.
'Faster Cas.' He thought, hoping the angel could hear his thoughts too. The hand stuttered, unsure as it grasped at him tighter and sped up his stroke. Dean struggled to buck his hips, only to feel them stay still under Cas's control.
'I'm so sorry Dean.' Cas sounded short of breath as he tried to nuzzle closer to Dean's soul.
The sound of Cas's thoughts made Dean scream inside his head. Suddenly over whelmed with the warm circling his brain, his body and his cock. The hand suddenly started to hammer down into his dick, harder and harder, building up deep in his belly and pulsing suddenly across the shower, painting the tile. Knees buckled under them as both sets of thoughts yelled inside the single brain. Dean slid down the shower wall, sitting on the floor of the tub, listening to his body try to catch his breath. 'Can I. . . I stay?' His angel whispered to him.
"I'll protect you Cas." He muttered out loud, pulling them both off the floor and pulling on his clothes and preparing to face his brother as if nothing was different.
Sam turned to his brother, toothbrush dangling from his hand. "What?"
"Nothing. Just, just finish brushing your teeth and stop hoggin' the sink." Dean pulled out his own toothbrush and razors. "Gonna hit the showers if that's all right with you."
Sam peered over his shoulder looking at the door to the bathroom. "Well, I was gonna. . . "
"Yeah, I don't care." Dean slapped playfully at his brother's arm as he sauntered into the bathroom.
Once safely inside, he slid out of his jean's, pooling them around his feet before he kicked them to the corner. Once he was naked, he slid into the shower, hot water washing away the last few days and flushing them down the tiny motel drain. He felt the breeze hit his skin again, fluttering the dingy shower curtain. "SAM?" He peeked around, expecting to see his brother standing there with a dopey grin, but no one was there. He ducked back under the hot stream and rolled the small hotel bar of soap until the foamy bubbles started to form. He rubbed the suds into his skin. Sometimes he felt like he could wash away everything he's seen and heard if he could just scrub a little harder. He closed his green eyes, dipping his head back under the stream and wetting his hair.
"Dean." The voice floated from all around him, deep and growling. "Dean."
The hunter flung back the curtain, staring again at the empty bathroom.
"I need you to say yes." The voice bounced off the tile and landed in the middle of Dean's chest.
"Who are you?" Dean yelled at his reflection in the mirror.
"They have my vessel. I need somewhere safe to hide. Please Dean."
The green eyes closed again. A heavy sigh filling his chest. "Yes." He whispered.
His body felt like it shifted, a sudden fullness settling in his chest. His head felt hazy, like a hangover without the fun night. He'd never shared his body like this before. He remembered the other times, cold anger seeping into him, pushing him back into himself, holding him there. Not like this. The entity tried to stay small, barely grazing across Dean's soul with a warm glow. "Cas?" His voice was soft, not sure if he even needed to speak out loud to talk to the angel now.
Dean shook his head as thoughts that weren't his own filled his head like they belonged there. 'Yes Dean. Thank you. I had no where else to go. I know I'm safe with you."
The hunter suddenly felt very vulnerable, body still wet and naked in the shower. His hand moved to touch his body with curiosity. "Um Cas?"
Dean watched his body continue to move without his consent. His finger's flicked at his nipple with a little too much force. Dean jumped somewhere inside his body. He watched his dick quiver, felt a bolt of excitement ripple up his back. The thought floated through his head again, mingling with his own. 'I want to make it all up to you Dean.'
The warm glow began to grow, tangling with his own inner self, wrapping itself around him. Dean started to pull away, fear pushing him to flee from the unknown. But then he remembered it was Cas. The angel who had saved him from Hell. The one who came when he called, cleaning up whatever mess Dean had gotten himself into. He let the warmth envelope him, bringing a new wave of haziness. The water started to cool, beating down on him and bringing him back to himself for a moment. He struggled to shut off the water, fighting Cas's hold on his body. He leaned against the cool tile, trying to catch his breath that didn't even feel like his own anymore. "I'll make it up to you." He heard his own voice speak very deeply with none of his usual inflection.
Again his body moved, slowly as if waiting for approval. Dean waited, watching his own hand hover over his now half hard dick. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hand touched him. It was an odd sensation. Clearly, it was his own hand touching his dick, but it felt different foreign. He had no control over the hesitant stroke. He gasped in surprise as the thumb brushed across the tip. 'Dean.' The voice danced inside his head, searching for reassurance and some sort of response.
'Faster Cas.' He thought, hoping the angel could hear his thoughts too. The hand stuttered, unsure as it grasped at him tighter and sped up his stroke. Dean struggled to buck his hips, only to feel them stay still under Cas's control.
'I'm so sorry Dean.' Cas sounded short of breath as he tried to nuzzle closer to Dean's soul.
The sound of Cas's thoughts made Dean scream inside his head. Suddenly over whelmed with the warm circling his brain, his body and his cock. The hand suddenly started to hammer down into his dick, harder and harder, building up deep in his belly and pulsing suddenly across the shower, painting the tile. Knees buckled under them as both sets of thoughts yelled inside the single brain. Dean slid down the shower wall, sitting on the floor of the tub, listening to his body try to catch his breath. 'Can I. . . I stay?' His angel whispered to him.
"I'll protect you Cas." He muttered out loud, pulling them both off the floor and pulling on his clothes and preparing to face his brother as if nothing was different.