and the lights go out (1/1)
Title: And The Lights Go Out
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Future!Cas
Warnings: rough sex
Word Count: 1212
Summary: Dean needs to try and fix what's been broken, even if he knows it's too late to really save him.
And The Lights Go Out
"I mean, now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless--I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence? Right? It's the end, baby! That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?" Cas asks, and Dean's eyes fall away, "But then, that's--That's just how I roll."
They ride in silence for a while, but it all sits uneasy in the pit of Dean's belly until he can't take it anymore and he speaks up.
"Pull over," Dean demands, but Cas just raises a curious eyebrow at him and keeps driving. "I said pull over."
"Why?"
"Just shut up and do it."
Dean doesn't know if it's because he's got the same face as Cas' fearless leader or because he's the old him, but Cas listens and pulls off to the side of the road. The rest of the car train drives past, honking horns curiously, but Cas waves them off as they pass by, promising everything's fine. Everything isn't fine, but things have been that way for so long that broken passes for okay. When the last of the cars has driven by, Cas turns back to Dean, opening his mouth to ask what he wants, but Dean shuts him up by sliding across the seat and grabbing Cas by the neck, pulling him into a hard kiss.
It's awkward at first, because Cas doesn't know what to do for the first few seconds, but soon he's opening his mouth and letting Dean in, tongue sliding past his lips to dance with his own and trail along his teeth. Cas tastes like women and booze and it's nothing like what Dean imagined Cas would taste like, but he tries to remember that this isn't his Cas, who probably tastes like Heaven and Earth all rolled into one. Dean pulls at Cas' clothes, getting off whatever he can until Cas catches on and starts to undress himself, leaving Dean's hands free to start undoing his jeans. When Cas has his jacket and shirt off and his jeans down around his thighs, Dean decides that's naked enough and drags Cas down the seat until he's underneath him, staring up patiently with an unfamiliar grin.
"You haven't done this with me before in your time."
"Shut up," Dean grunts, spitting into his hand in lieu of lube and pressing a finger into Cas' ass, making him hiss. Dean doesn't apologize, because he doesn't think Cas wants to hear it, anyway.
"You don't fuck me until after Sam says--"
"Shut up," Dean insists, sliding a second finger in more roughly than he needs to, making Cas cry out and his hands scramble around the seat, desperate for something to grab on to. After he catches his breath, Cas just laughs.
"I must be really pathetic if I'm getting a pity fuck from a you that doesn't even care about me."
Dean pushes in a third finger and leans down, slamming their mouths together, desperate for Cas to shut up because he's wrong. He's wrong. Dean's doing this because he does care. Because seeing Cas so different hurts in a way he never thought it would, and they're going to find Lucifer tomorrow and Dean may not see him again, and he needs to try and fix what's been broken, even if he knows it's too late to really save him.
Dean pulls away from the kiss and looks down into Cas' face--calm, resigned, every last bit of him used up until there's nothing left.
"Are you going to fuck me, or did you just want to fondle me a little?"
With a frustrated grunt, Dean slides his fingers out and grabs Cas by the waist, dragging his ass into his lap and shoving his cock into tightness and heat. Cas shouts in pain, back arching upward and hands digging into the material of the seat. Dean doesn't move, waiting for Cas to ease back down, and wraps a hand around Cas' cock, stroking it slow. Cas settles back onto the seat, panting hard and tears forming in his eyes, held shut in pain, but when Dean asks if they should stop, he shakes his head.
"I thought you said you were glad I got the stick out of my ass, Dean," Cas mumbles, trying to grin but only managing a wince instead, "What are you doing putting another one in?"
"You think you're so fucking funny."
"I'm hilarious," Cas smiles weakly and opens his eyes. Dean wants to fold forward, bury his face into Cas' neck and cry, because he's an angel that looks so human now--lost and weak and ruined--and it's all his fault, but even now, Cas doesn't blame him, and Dean knows he never will.
So Dean moves. He grinds Cas' ass down onto his cock using his grip on his waist just as he rolls his hips forward, making Cas hiss loudly, but it quickly dissolves into a loud groan. Dean does it again, over and over, going slow at first, but Cas feels so good and Cas is making breathy noises, a mix of pleasure and pain, so Dean's rhythm speeds up, filling the car with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Cas' moans and Dean's grunts.
They fuck just like this--raw and fast and careless--for minutes that drag on until Dean's not sure if he's been buried in Cas' ass for half an hour or all night long. Dean bites at the skin on his chest all the way up to his neck, encouraging louder moans, never stopping but sometimes slowing down. Cas wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it sloppily, back picking up off the seat when Dean hits particularly deep and his fist squeezes too tight.
Eventually, Dean can't go anymore, the need to come coiling in his belly until he's consumed with it, hips moving unrestrained and desperate, making Cas shout and groan painfully. As much as he doesn't want to hurt Cas, he can't stop, and Cas' hand digs into his arm, none of his angel might left to make it hurt like it should, while the other makes fast, desperate strokes around his cock until he's coming before Dean, coating his belly and chest. Dean grinds his cock into Cas hard, over and over, until he comes, his body drowning in the pulses of pleasure, arms shaking where they keep him held up above Cas.
They sit there, Dean still inside him and come drying on Cas' skin, breathing hard. Dean leans down to kiss him, and Cas slides his clean hand up into Dean's hair, pulling him closer. Their tongues move lazily against one another until Dean pushes back up, looking sadly into Cas' eyes, fogged over with whatever drug he's high on now.
"I'm sorry," Dean mumbles weakly, but Cas just shakes his head.
"Don't be. I've banged my last gong, Dean," Cas says with a smile, and Dean's not sure if he wants to punch or kiss it off, but instead he just stares, wondering how an angel ever became this shell of a man.
"So now what?" Dean asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Now the lights go out."
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Future!Cas
Warnings: rough sex
Word Count: 1212
Summary: Dean needs to try and fix what's been broken, even if he knows it's too late to really save him.
And The Lights Go Out
"I mean, now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless--I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence? Right? It's the end, baby! That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?" Cas asks, and Dean's eyes fall away, "But then, that's--That's just how I roll."
They ride in silence for a while, but it all sits uneasy in the pit of Dean's belly until he can't take it anymore and he speaks up.
"Pull over," Dean demands, but Cas just raises a curious eyebrow at him and keeps driving. "I said pull over."
"Why?"
"Just shut up and do it."
Dean doesn't know if it's because he's got the same face as Cas' fearless leader or because he's the old him, but Cas listens and pulls off to the side of the road. The rest of the car train drives past, honking horns curiously, but Cas waves them off as they pass by, promising everything's fine. Everything isn't fine, but things have been that way for so long that broken passes for okay. When the last of the cars has driven by, Cas turns back to Dean, opening his mouth to ask what he wants, but Dean shuts him up by sliding across the seat and grabbing Cas by the neck, pulling him into a hard kiss.
It's awkward at first, because Cas doesn't know what to do for the first few seconds, but soon he's opening his mouth and letting Dean in, tongue sliding past his lips to dance with his own and trail along his teeth. Cas tastes like women and booze and it's nothing like what Dean imagined Cas would taste like, but he tries to remember that this isn't his Cas, who probably tastes like Heaven and Earth all rolled into one. Dean pulls at Cas' clothes, getting off whatever he can until Cas catches on and starts to undress himself, leaving Dean's hands free to start undoing his jeans. When Cas has his jacket and shirt off and his jeans down around his thighs, Dean decides that's naked enough and drags Cas down the seat until he's underneath him, staring up patiently with an unfamiliar grin.
"You haven't done this with me before in your time."
"Shut up," Dean grunts, spitting into his hand in lieu of lube and pressing a finger into Cas' ass, making him hiss. Dean doesn't apologize, because he doesn't think Cas wants to hear it, anyway.
"You don't fuck me until after Sam says--"
"Shut up," Dean insists, sliding a second finger in more roughly than he needs to, making Cas cry out and his hands scramble around the seat, desperate for something to grab on to. After he catches his breath, Cas just laughs.
"I must be really pathetic if I'm getting a pity fuck from a you that doesn't even care about me."
Dean pushes in a third finger and leans down, slamming their mouths together, desperate for Cas to shut up because he's wrong. He's wrong. Dean's doing this because he does care. Because seeing Cas so different hurts in a way he never thought it would, and they're going to find Lucifer tomorrow and Dean may not see him again, and he needs to try and fix what's been broken, even if he knows it's too late to really save him.
Dean pulls away from the kiss and looks down into Cas' face--calm, resigned, every last bit of him used up until there's nothing left.
"Are you going to fuck me, or did you just want to fondle me a little?"
With a frustrated grunt, Dean slides his fingers out and grabs Cas by the waist, dragging his ass into his lap and shoving his cock into tightness and heat. Cas shouts in pain, back arching upward and hands digging into the material of the seat. Dean doesn't move, waiting for Cas to ease back down, and wraps a hand around Cas' cock, stroking it slow. Cas settles back onto the seat, panting hard and tears forming in his eyes, held shut in pain, but when Dean asks if they should stop, he shakes his head.
"I thought you said you were glad I got the stick out of my ass, Dean," Cas mumbles, trying to grin but only managing a wince instead, "What are you doing putting another one in?"
"You think you're so fucking funny."
"I'm hilarious," Cas smiles weakly and opens his eyes. Dean wants to fold forward, bury his face into Cas' neck and cry, because he's an angel that looks so human now--lost and weak and ruined--and it's all his fault, but even now, Cas doesn't blame him, and Dean knows he never will.
So Dean moves. He grinds Cas' ass down onto his cock using his grip on his waist just as he rolls his hips forward, making Cas hiss loudly, but it quickly dissolves into a loud groan. Dean does it again, over and over, going slow at first, but Cas feels so good and Cas is making breathy noises, a mix of pleasure and pain, so Dean's rhythm speeds up, filling the car with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Cas' moans and Dean's grunts.
They fuck just like this--raw and fast and careless--for minutes that drag on until Dean's not sure if he's been buried in Cas' ass for half an hour or all night long. Dean bites at the skin on his chest all the way up to his neck, encouraging louder moans, never stopping but sometimes slowing down. Cas wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it sloppily, back picking up off the seat when Dean hits particularly deep and his fist squeezes too tight.
Eventually, Dean can't go anymore, the need to come coiling in his belly until he's consumed with it, hips moving unrestrained and desperate, making Cas shout and groan painfully. As much as he doesn't want to hurt Cas, he can't stop, and Cas' hand digs into his arm, none of his angel might left to make it hurt like it should, while the other makes fast, desperate strokes around his cock until he's coming before Dean, coating his belly and chest. Dean grinds his cock into Cas hard, over and over, until he comes, his body drowning in the pulses of pleasure, arms shaking where they keep him held up above Cas.
They sit there, Dean still inside him and come drying on Cas' skin, breathing hard. Dean leans down to kiss him, and Cas slides his clean hand up into Dean's hair, pulling him closer. Their tongues move lazily against one another until Dean pushes back up, looking sadly into Cas' eyes, fogged over with whatever drug he's high on now.
"I'm sorry," Dean mumbles weakly, but Cas just shakes his head.
"Don't be. I've banged my last gong, Dean," Cas says with a smile, and Dean's not sure if he wants to punch or kiss it off, but instead he just stares, wondering how an angel ever became this shell of a man.
"So now what?" Dean asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Now the lights go out."