(fic) By the Powers (R) Dean/Cas
Title: By the Powers
Genre: Alternate Reality
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,190
A/N: 'Profoundly Bonded' Commentfic meme prompt on deancaskink here. Un-Beta'd! All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Owned by Kripke and company.
Summary:Whenever Cas touches his handprint on Dean, Dean orgasms because of the bond between them. Cas makes ample use of this at the most inopportune moments.
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"Gnngah!" Dean cried out, legs collapsing as his eyes widened and he fell sideways onto the ashphalt. He barely caught himself, panting as he stared at Castiel, wide eyed.
Castiel fidgeted. "I apologise. It was my understanding that a healthy thump on the shoulder is an appropriate congratulatory gesture in sports."
Dean was quiet, but Cas noticed Sam glancing back and forth between them. He found it was an appropriate time to leave.
~~~~~
"God, Sam--drop it will you!"
Cas remained where he had appeared, around the corner. Perhaps this time of dispute was not an opportune time to interrupt.
"Dude, he touched you and you totally--"
"Stop!!"
Cas stepped around the corner, anticipating Dean being happy to be interrupted from the debate but concern crossed his face as he saw Sam grasping onto the kitchen counter, head back and making an absurd noise. It alarmed him. "Has something happened?"
Sam fumbled and regained his footing to stand tall, and Dean's ears turned an alarming shade of red, but he quickly uttered that they were both fine. It seemed that was the end of the conversation.
~~~~~
He didn't do it often--he didn't like to, and normally it wouldn't bother him, but he needed to know what had happened between them all. Sam was constantly excusing himself from the room when Cas arrived and Dean was always backing away from him. So he crept his way into Dean's dreams, and there he found an obsessing loop of Cas clapping Dean on the shoulder after he had lost a shoot out with Sam in the parking lot. The way he had convulsed and collapsed on the ground. Cas wondered, if perhaps the lack of clothing Dean had been wearing had affected his abilities--or perhaps dehyradted. That was, until the loop continued past Cas' disappearance and Sam burst out laughing. 'Did you just orgasm??' And the prompt denial from Dean, Cas had learned, was an instinctual lying mechanism.
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He researched around Heaven a little bit, and it seemed that the rare occasions angels shared a bond with a mortal, it created an enhanced reaction between them. It was the buzzing of life Cas felt when he got within three feet of Dean, and for Dean, it was an intense physical reaction. He learned that it was contact with the scar that created the reaction. Cas found himself enjoying the reactions--the look on his face when his eyes rolled back, the groan that sometimes pulled free. It quickly became a goal to use this to his enjoyment wherever possible.
~~~~~~
At first it was only at the motel he was able to gain access to Dean's shoulder, Dean wore too many layers otherwise, and it was an easier environment so that Dean seemed to begin enjoying instead of worrying about these encounters. In fact, Dean's eyes seemed to twinkle in anticipation whenever Cas showed up. At first Cas obliged and swept his fingers over the mark after Sam would leave, but he found it more amusing to vary whether he would give Dean that touch or not. The groan of desperation when Cas would leave without allowing him that release sent a rumble of power up his spine that all of his angelic powers together couldn't rival with.
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It was three months after the initial discovery that it seemed to escalate, or become easier. Dean was exhausted, wounded after a hunt to kill the beast that laid Sam flat on his back, and Cas was following behind to enter the motel. Dean rubbed his eyes, then tripped on the edge of the doorway, and Cas grabbed his shoulders to prevent him from a face plant. Dean's entire body tensed up, his head thrown back and his hands tightened into balls as he cried out. Cas felt his stomach flutter as he carefully lowered Dean to the ground, holding him as he continued to buck against the air, and the flicker of green eyes opening in a haze before rolling back was just... There was no word.
It was then--after Cas learned fabric was no constraint on the strength of their bond now--that Cas began to have fun.
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He was careful, choosing careful times to pleasure Dean. First was at a restaurant outside of a town hunt, just after Dean had ordered his hamburger. They'd needed to order new drinks and get napkins to clean up the spills that resulted from Dean nearly knocking the table over.
Next was when Sam got a chance to drive the Impala. Dean was drifting to sleep in the passenger side, and it had been easy to slip into the back seat and pat the mark. Sam nearly had a heart attack from the way Dean jerked awake.
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Before long, Cas noticed that Dean's reactions were becoming more controlled, and this opened more possibilities from interviews, grocery shopping, watching tv and even driving. Cas couldn't explain the feeling he got when he saw the lusty look Dean always gave him when he finally pulled his fingers away and allowed Dean to come down from the high.
~~~~~
It was when Cas took a bold step, that Cas finally got what had been coming for a long time. He thought of waiting until Dean was out of the shower, but it was too long to wait and he pushed the door to the bathroom open, and stepped in to find Dean just dropping his towel with the steam swirling around the room. They both froze, but Cas found himself licking his lips and stepping forward as he raised his hand. Dean's eyes darted between Cas' hand and his eyes, but he swallowed, reaching behind him to grasp onto the edge of the sink with one hand.
Cas stopped with his hand above the scar, and Dean's free hand snaked around the back of Cas' neck and pulled him close until Dean's forehead rested on his shoulder. Dean's chest was rising and falling against Cas and the ghost of hot breath against his neck chilled him as Dean whispered, "Please."
Cas stepped forward, pinning Dean against the ceramic, sliding his other hand around his back before matching his hand to the scar to cover every inch of it, gripping Dean's arm like he had to pull him free. Dean moaned loudly in Cas' ear, hand tightening against his neck and grasping to pull them together. His stabilizing hand buckled and he moved it to ball into the folds of the trenchcoat, shamelessly rutting against Cas.
It couldn't have looked more gorgeous, Dean vulnerable, wonton and desperate as he clung to him, and there was a whirl of pleasure spiraling up his arm that seemed to be making it's way to Cas' chest. It was when it coiled around his cock and made Cas moan that his hand finally slipped free from the scar, and Dean collapsed in a delicious whine, sliding to the floor. Panting, Dean looked at Cas, and honest to fucking god crawled to Cas to unbutton his pants.
Cas should have thought of the shower sooner.
Genre: Alternate Reality
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,190
A/N: 'Profoundly Bonded' Commentfic meme prompt on deancaskink here. Un-Beta'd! All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Owned by Kripke and company.
Summary:Whenever Cas touches his handprint on Dean, Dean orgasms because of the bond between them. Cas makes ample use of this at the most inopportune moments.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Gnngah!" Dean cried out, legs collapsing as his eyes widened and he fell sideways onto the ashphalt. He barely caught himself, panting as he stared at Castiel, wide eyed.
Castiel fidgeted. "I apologise. It was my understanding that a healthy thump on the shoulder is an appropriate congratulatory gesture in sports."
Dean was quiet, but Cas noticed Sam glancing back and forth between them. He found it was an appropriate time to leave.
~~~~~
"God, Sam--drop it will you!"
Cas remained where he had appeared, around the corner. Perhaps this time of dispute was not an opportune time to interrupt.
"Dude, he touched you and you totally--"
"Stop!!"
Cas stepped around the corner, anticipating Dean being happy to be interrupted from the debate but concern crossed his face as he saw Sam grasping onto the kitchen counter, head back and making an absurd noise. It alarmed him. "Has something happened?"
Sam fumbled and regained his footing to stand tall, and Dean's ears turned an alarming shade of red, but he quickly uttered that they were both fine. It seemed that was the end of the conversation.
~~~~~
He didn't do it often--he didn't like to, and normally it wouldn't bother him, but he needed to know what had happened between them all. Sam was constantly excusing himself from the room when Cas arrived and Dean was always backing away from him. So he crept his way into Dean's dreams, and there he found an obsessing loop of Cas clapping Dean on the shoulder after he had lost a shoot out with Sam in the parking lot. The way he had convulsed and collapsed on the ground. Cas wondered, if perhaps the lack of clothing Dean had been wearing had affected his abilities--or perhaps dehyradted. That was, until the loop continued past Cas' disappearance and Sam burst out laughing. 'Did you just orgasm??' And the prompt denial from Dean, Cas had learned, was an instinctual lying mechanism.
~~~~~~
He researched around Heaven a little bit, and it seemed that the rare occasions angels shared a bond with a mortal, it created an enhanced reaction between them. It was the buzzing of life Cas felt when he got within three feet of Dean, and for Dean, it was an intense physical reaction. He learned that it was contact with the scar that created the reaction. Cas found himself enjoying the reactions--the look on his face when his eyes rolled back, the groan that sometimes pulled free. It quickly became a goal to use this to his enjoyment wherever possible.
~~~~~~
At first it was only at the motel he was able to gain access to Dean's shoulder, Dean wore too many layers otherwise, and it was an easier environment so that Dean seemed to begin enjoying instead of worrying about these encounters. In fact, Dean's eyes seemed to twinkle in anticipation whenever Cas showed up. At first Cas obliged and swept his fingers over the mark after Sam would leave, but he found it more amusing to vary whether he would give Dean that touch or not. The groan of desperation when Cas would leave without allowing him that release sent a rumble of power up his spine that all of his angelic powers together couldn't rival with.
~~~~~~
It was three months after the initial discovery that it seemed to escalate, or become easier. Dean was exhausted, wounded after a hunt to kill the beast that laid Sam flat on his back, and Cas was following behind to enter the motel. Dean rubbed his eyes, then tripped on the edge of the doorway, and Cas grabbed his shoulders to prevent him from a face plant. Dean's entire body tensed up, his head thrown back and his hands tightened into balls as he cried out. Cas felt his stomach flutter as he carefully lowered Dean to the ground, holding him as he continued to buck against the air, and the flicker of green eyes opening in a haze before rolling back was just... There was no word.
It was then--after Cas learned fabric was no constraint on the strength of their bond now--that Cas began to have fun.
~~~~
He was careful, choosing careful times to pleasure Dean. First was at a restaurant outside of a town hunt, just after Dean had ordered his hamburger. They'd needed to order new drinks and get napkins to clean up the spills that resulted from Dean nearly knocking the table over.
Next was when Sam got a chance to drive the Impala. Dean was drifting to sleep in the passenger side, and it had been easy to slip into the back seat and pat the mark. Sam nearly had a heart attack from the way Dean jerked awake.
~~~~
Before long, Cas noticed that Dean's reactions were becoming more controlled, and this opened more possibilities from interviews, grocery shopping, watching tv and even driving. Cas couldn't explain the feeling he got when he saw the lusty look Dean always gave him when he finally pulled his fingers away and allowed Dean to come down from the high.
~~~~~
It was when Cas took a bold step, that Cas finally got what had been coming for a long time. He thought of waiting until Dean was out of the shower, but it was too long to wait and he pushed the door to the bathroom open, and stepped in to find Dean just dropping his towel with the steam swirling around the room. They both froze, but Cas found himself licking his lips and stepping forward as he raised his hand. Dean's eyes darted between Cas' hand and his eyes, but he swallowed, reaching behind him to grasp onto the edge of the sink with one hand.
Cas stopped with his hand above the scar, and Dean's free hand snaked around the back of Cas' neck and pulled him close until Dean's forehead rested on his shoulder. Dean's chest was rising and falling against Cas and the ghost of hot breath against his neck chilled him as Dean whispered, "Please."
Cas stepped forward, pinning Dean against the ceramic, sliding his other hand around his back before matching his hand to the scar to cover every inch of it, gripping Dean's arm like he had to pull him free. Dean moaned loudly in Cas' ear, hand tightening against his neck and grasping to pull them together. His stabilizing hand buckled and he moved it to ball into the folds of the trenchcoat, shamelessly rutting against Cas.
It couldn't have looked more gorgeous, Dean vulnerable, wonton and desperate as he clung to him, and there was a whirl of pleasure spiraling up his arm that seemed to be making it's way to Cas' chest. It was when it coiled around his cock and made Cas moan that his hand finally slipped free from the scar, and Dean collapsed in a delicious whine, sliding to the floor. Panting, Dean looked at Cas, and honest to fucking god crawled to Cas to unbutton his pants.
Cas should have thought of the shower sooner.