Over Troubled Water - Part Four
Part Four
Dean stumbled as Gabriel dropped him in a rather familiar cemetery in Wyoming. The archangel appeared beside him.
“Do you think you got the plan?” Gabriel asked.
Dean nodded. He forcibly kept his face straight. “You’ll keep an eye on Sammy and Adam, right? Since I’m not coming back?”
Gabriel nodded as they approached a shed. “I’m sure Cassy will want to do that instead after you bring him back.”
Dean refused to let himself think too long about what he was about to do, what he was about to bind himself to. “How is this gonna work?” He asked, gesturing at the shed. “It’s not like I have the Colt anymore.”
Gabriel smiled. “You don’t need it when you’ve got me.” He snapped his fingers and the doors flew open. “This particular gate will get you pretty close to Alastair’s rack, as your dad was on it and didn’t he came out of here all those years ago? So I think you’ll do just fine.” He paused for a moment. “Thank you, Dean. For this.”
Dean nodded, not meeting Gabriel’s eyes. “I owe him. He stayed when he didn’t have to and, well, I can’t just leave him there.”
“Just remember, even if Cassy wants to try and bring you back too, he shouldn’t. It would cause him pain for the rest of his existence and-”
“I know, Gabe. I get it. It’s not like I wasn’t gonna be dead in a few years anyway. Either by a hunt or hey, maybe even liver failure. He’s the closest thing I’ve had since Sammy left me and I’m willing to do this for him. Don’t worry. I’ll bring your brother back.”
Dean turned and walked through the Gate to Hell and didn’t look back.
Ω
“So Castiel, it doesn’t look like your little human is going to show up anytime soon, huh? That’s too bad. I really wanted to have him help me with you. He was always so much more creative than I ever was, and that’s saying something. Plus, after that little stint that he pulled in that trap that you made, I think he needs some punishment, don’t you?” Alastair idly plucked a few feathers from Castiel’s left wing. He had been randomly pulling out feathers ever since Dean had left. Every time one was taken, Castiel felt a moment of lightheadedness before his grace soothed over the spot.
Castiel hoped that Dean would never return. All he wanted was for Dean to never have to return to this place that he had inhabited for forty years, to never have to listen to Alastair’s grating voice, to never have to pick up another knife or have one used on him. After all Castiel had done when he rebelled from Heaven, he supposed that this could be his penance. He would serve on the rack in Hell for all of his sins, for all his murders and acts against the Host. That was fair. But he couldn’t fathom, couldn’t bare the idea of Dean in his place again. He couldn’t stomach the idea of Dean taking the deep cuts of Alastair’s many knifes or his burns with hot iron pokers.
“Oh, but he will be back. Just not in time to save you. Actually, I really should say, try to save you.” Alastair pulled on a long flight feather, slowly increasing the amount of pressure he applied until it suddenly shifted out of position. Castiel twitched. Alastair traced around Castiel’s face with the dark feather. “This has to be the most fun I’ve had in a long, long while. I’ve had some fun times with angels before, but you. You just bring this whole new dimension to the experience.”
Castiel continued to stare straight above, trying to focus on the ceiling instead of the demon at his side. It wasn’t working. “Aren’t you going to ask why, angel?” Alastair asked as he poked Castiel in the nose with the feather. “No? Well, I’m in a particularly sharing mood, so you’re going to find out anyway.”
Alastair moved away and placed the feather down next to the others. He admired how the light shown off of the black feathers. He picked up a black-handled athame and turned back to Castiel. He slowly cut shallowly on Castiel’s chest, watching as one end of the wound resealed itself as he finished the incision.
“I’ve had pairs of people on my rack before: brother and sister, husband and wife, father and son. People who’ve made bad decisions in making deals and trying to save each other with them. John and Dean were definitely not the first two to do that. But never has an angel been in this mix. Of course, you weren’t brought here under normal terms, but that’s not important.” He continued making cuts, focusing on Castiel’s shoulders and neck next. The repetitive motion soon made Castiel numb to the sensation.
“It’s been fun, Castiel, watching the two of you earlier. Best session I’ve had in a long while. Probably since I had Dean on my rack and he said “yes”. Oh, that was a good day too. But I knew when Crowley offered up you and Dean, I knew I couldn’t resist. And I am just so glad that I didn’t.”
Castiel’s eyes snapped to Alastair. “Crowley?!” He demanded.
“Oh, that got your attention, didn’t it? You didn’t think I raised myself from the dead, now did you? Yes, he offered me a lovely little deal, and all I had to promise him was to let him utilize my skills every so often. Hardly a trade, if you ask me. I thoroughly enjoy my job, if you can’t tell.” Alastair quickly swiped the blade down Castiel’s cheek and watched the blood sluggishly drip down onto the table. “Hmm. Should I prolong this, or simply just end you? Decisions, decisions.”
Before he could say anything else, the door banged open.
Ω
“Oh, Dean, I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again when that pesky older-brother angel took you away.”
Dean set his jaw. “I’ve decided to return to Hell. Willingly. Completely.”
Alastair smiled slowly and cocked his head. “And whatever made you want to come back to me?”
“I have nothing up there, no life, no friends, no family. Down here, I had control and power. I felt good.” Dean paused when he heard the hurt gasp escape Cas’s lips, but pressed on. “I belong down here. I feel... whole.” Dean kept his face straight as he said the last phrase. He clamped down on his guilt and horror of knowing he wasn’t completely lying. He really didn’t have anyone up there anymore. The only person to stay with him was Cas, and he was only doing that out of a sense of obligation and duty. Dean didn’t want to be that for Cas. If the plan worked and he got Cas out of here, he had decided that perhaps he would stay. It’s not like he was going to live that much longer anyway and he hadn’t talked to Sammy in months, so what was a couple more years of silence?
Alastair’s grin stretched wider. “I knew you’d join us eventually. That’s why I brought you down here as much as I could while you were topside. To remind you of what you were missing.” Alastair abandoned Cas and moved over to where Dean was standing in the open part of the chamber. “One last thing I gotta do before this is all set in stone and all that.” He snapped his fingers and removed Dean’s shirt.
Instead of questioning his motives, Dean remained silent. He watched blankly as Alastair placed his hand on Dean’s phantom wound, exactly where Cas’s mark had once been. A hot flash of fire and brimstone echoed from his shoulder and Dean fell to his knees.
From across the room, Dean heard Cas yell, “No! What are you doing! Dean!” Before Alastair snapped again and Cas’s voice no longer emitted any sound.
“Ahh, isn’t that better?” Alastair said, looking over to gauge Dean’s reaction.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked to hear them scream?”
Alastair smiled. “Usually, but I think this one isn’t going to take it the way I want him to. Too much anger.” Dean nodded in false understanding. He needed to make Alastair think he was very committed to returning to his service, at least until Cas could escape. Then he would be utterly committed, as he didn’t have any other viable options. Dean focused on his commitment to getting his friend off of the rack.
“Where would you like me?” Dean asked in careful curiosity.
“I think just observing for now. Please let me know if you have any suggestions,” Alastair drawled. “If you remember, I’m most open to them.”
Dean nodded. “Do you mind if I stand?”
“Of course not. Whatever will give you the best view. Do you have any suggestions on how we should start?”
Dean moved closer to Cas and determinately kept his eyes away from Cas’s. He was sure that if he even glanced into Cas’s gaze, he would be found out. And if he wasn’t, he couldn’t bare to see the betrayal and hurt that would inevitably be bleeding into those blue eyes. “I would start with some small incisions with the angel blade knives to his fingers and toes. Just enough to hurt and slow down his healing process. Those should make other wounds last longer, do you think?”
Alastair smiled appreciatively at Dean. “I taught you so well.”
Dean wanted to vomit at the pride in his voice. He hated that he had to pretend like he wanted to do this to his best and closest friend. He despised the fact that he had to fool that friend into thinking that he too took pride in this when that was the furthest thing from the truth. The only thing keeping him mildly together was the fact that it would eventually save Cas.
Alastair followed his suggestion and soon enough there were lines of light emitting from all of Cas’s fingers and toes. Dean only hoped that Cas didn’t seep out of his vessel before he could heal the cuts. Dean loathed that he had done this to Cas.
Dean watched as Alastair slowly took Cas apart. He tried to hide every reaction he had to every visible sign of Cas’s pain. It was eating him up inside, but he knew he couldn’t instigate the final part of his plan until Cas was nearly gone and Alastair started to get bored. He continually edged Alastair towards techniques that would hurt Cas, but not impair him too greatly.
When Alastair’s hand had hovered over the angel blade knives for the third time, Dean knew he had to act.
“Is there any holy oil?” Dean asked Alastair.
Alastair looked up, a curious expression on his face. “No, but I like what you’re thinking. Stay right there, and I’ll go get some.” He vanished.
Dean immediately went to Cas’s side. “Cas? I’m going to undo the straps. Are you able to get the spikes out, or....?”
Cas looked apprehensively at him. “Are you tempting me? Is this just a trap? If so, just keep going. Don’t play with me like that. I can’t take it. Not from you.” Dean watched as a tear tracked it’s way down from Cas’s eye.
“Cas... Oh, no, Cas, I promise. This has all been Gabriel’s plan so far. Well, mostly. But will that work? We don’t have a lot of time.”
Cas looked him in the eyes and Dean saw just how hurt Cas really was. Besides the physical torture, Dean had hurt Cas in worse ways. Shame licked at his heart. Cas hesitated for a moment longer. “Yes, I believe it will work.”
“Alright,” Dean said before quickly undoing the buckles on each wrist and ankle. “Okay, now it’s only your wings.”
Cas smiled slightly at him. “Stand back.”
Dean did so and two more pairs of wings appeared and with a great movement, Cas pulled his wings up and through the spikes. The angel groaned at the sensation and unsteadily fell to his knees on the floor.
The door flew open and the two froze. Cas pulled in his two extra set of wings and let the bloody ones droop to the floor. Blood fell to the floor, adding to the substantial pool already there.
“Well, I had to go all the way to Romania to find the stuff, but here you are.” Alastair stopped and stared. His eyes narrowed. Shaking his head, he said, “Dean, Dean, Dean. That was a really stupid thing to do. I mean, I guess the angel will be able to get out, but sorry, you are stuck with me.”
Dean lowered his head. Gabriel had been right about the claim marking him as part of Hell forever. But that didn’t matter. Just as long as Cas was free, that’s all he cared about. He was just one lousy human, anyway. “I know,” he said meekly. Cas looked at him sharply, his head cocked to one side. Dean’s heart wrenched at his expression.
Suddenly, Cas stood up and motioned his arm towards the table full of instruments. Three knives rose and melted together back into an angel blade. Cas’s angel blade. “I do not think so, Alastair.”
Alastair chuckled. “Kill me if you want, Castiel. But Dean’s sporting something that keeps him locked down here forever. Not even you can bring him back from Hell this time. Sorry,” he jeered.
The archangel stood up and looked between to two. Dean didn’t meet his eyes. “What are you talking about?” Cas asked.
Alastair moved further into the room and approached Cas. Dean seethed at his closeness. “Oh, you couldn’t tell? Dean has a different mark now, since you so kindly removed yours.”
Dean saw Cas’s eyes flash a bright white before he turned to look at Dean. “Is he telling the truth? Does he have a claim on you?” Cas asked furiously.
Dean nodded and pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt. Cas moved closer to him to examine the mark. He gingerly placed his hand over Alastair’s handprint. Dean received a sudden shock and pain that sent him to his knees. Cas’s expression grew dark and his eyes started to glow. “Look away, Dean.”
Dean immediately shut his eyes and he heard the rush of wings. The light was visible from behind his eyelids. Everything was bright red in front of Dean’s eyes and a high pitched noise made him clamp his hands over his ears. Mingled in with the white noise was a short yell from the other side of the chamber.
After a moment, he felt Cas press his hand back onto the handprint. Dean gasped at the sensation. There was pain again, but also a white-hot... something. Dean didn’t know what to make of it, but he trusted Cas enough to not even question it.
“Dean. Open your eyes.”
Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Castiel. The angel was emitting a bright white light and his three pairs of wings were fully extended. Dean stared up at him, caught between a state of awe and terror.
“I am going to remove his claim. But in doing so, I have to remark you fully as my own. Do you consent?”
Dean looked down, overwhelmed. “Cas, you don’t have to do that. I’ve made my peace with staying here. Gabriel told me that if you did this, you would be hurt. It’s alright. Just leave me.”
Dean saw Cas’s eyebrows rise. Neither of them moved an inch. The glow from Cas’s eyes started to ebb until Dean could see blue again. He would miss seeing Cas’s eyes, hell, he’d miss seeing Cas. But it would be better this way.
“Dean, I can’t leave you down here.”
Dean stood and reached for Cas’s shoulder. “Yes, you can.”
Cas’s eye twitched and he furrowed his eyebrows at Dean. They stared at each other for a long moment before Dean broke their connection and looked down. “Just go, Cas. Don’t make this any harder-”
Cas cut him off by placing his hand on Dean’s face. Dean’s eyes fluttered close and he let himself lean into Cas just for a moment. For the first and last time.
“No,” Cas said firmly.
And before Dean could open his eyes or his mouth to argue, Cas’s mouth was on his. Dean began to pull back in surprise, but the hand on his cheek tightened. Dean stilled, but after a moment let his mouth fall slack and gave in. Cas pressed himself closer to Dean, holding him as close as possible until Dean felt Cas’s hand grip his shoulder tightly and then everything was white.
Cas broke away from Dean and he blinked his eyes open, realizing that they had landed in the graveyard in Wyoming. Dean looked back at Cas, who was staring intently at his face. Dean could see the apprehension in his face and Dean just breathlessly laughed. He saw Cas look at him in bewilderment before Dean slumped forward and grasped at Cas as tightly as he could.
“Are you alright, Dean?” Cas asked slowly.
Dean pulled him even closer, a lump forming in his throat. “You have no idea how good I am right now, Cas. No idea.” He buried his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and simply breathed. A smile quirked at his lips as he felt the angel’s arms come up to hug him back.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, simply holding each other and just being.
A loud throat-clearing startled them back to the present.
“As cute as the little display is, I’m afraid that we’ve got a guest,” Gabriel said.
Dean stepped back from Cas’s arms and turned to look at Gabriel. He was perched on a tall headstone, a bound and gagged Crowley at his feet.
Dean felt a sudden surge of energy surround him, in addition to his own fury at the demon in front of them. He glanced over at Castiel. His eyes were slits in his face and he drew himself up, and Dean would swear that he was extending his wings. He was momentarily confused by the duality of his emotions, but quickly figured that Cas was emoting very strongly.
“You,” Cas growled lowly. Dean felt a chill go down his spine at the gravelly word. Cas stalked forward and punched the demon straight in the face. Blood began to pour out of the Englishman’s nose. Before Cas could begin to pummel the demon, Gabriel fluidly jumped off of the headstone and grabbed Cas by the shoulders.
“Later, brother. You can hurt him all you want, but later. We need answers first. You two need to know why he did this, am I right?”
Cas pushed at Gabriel’s restricting arms. “I really could not care less, Gabriel. I just want him to hurt.” He thrust Gabriel’s arms off of him.
Dean walks up to Cas and puts a hand on his back. “Cas, I need to know why he helped Alastair do this to me.” Dean half wrapped his arm around Cas, trying to calm him. The surge of energy Cas had been emitting toned down a bit as Cas looked at Dean and reconsidered.
After a long minute, Cas nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Dean turned to Crowley and crouched in front of him. He reached up and pulled the gag down.
“Ugh, finally. That was horrid,” Crowley said, disgusted.
Dean smirked. “Good. Now, tell me why you did this,” he said in a dangerously even voice.
Crowley raised an impetuous eyebrow at the hunter. Cas growled and stepped forward. Crowley’s eyes widened and he scooted backwards, until his back was flat against a headstone. “Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt you two,” he said placatingly, “But when you” he looked pointedly at Dean, “let Lucifer out of the Cage, he started raising his upper level demons from the dead. Alastair was one of them. So do not presume to think that that little endeavor was me. And when you all got Lucifer stuck back into the Cage, I knew that I couldn’t control all of these newly-risen demons by myself. Not with the Hell I run, anyway. So I saw an opportunity to turn Alastair to my side in order to keep the peace down there, and I took it. I was saving the humans from more demonic activities!” He pleaded. “Imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t done anything and someone else became the King of Hell!” He looked up at the group with wide eyes.
Dean had to admit that Crowley’s plan had merit. But the way he went about it couldn’t have been worse.
Cas stepped forward and grabbed Crowley by the front of his suit. “And you did this by giving Dean up to Alastair? By helping him lay claim to his soul?!” Cas slid his angel blade out of his sleeve and pressed it against Crowley’s throat. “Well? Did you?”
“Yes! Yes, I did.” Crowley shouted desperately, snapping his head back against the headstone. “That was his condition.”
The power was surrounding Cas again and Dean knew that if he could see Cas’s eyes, they would be starting to glow. Cas stared at the demon for a moment longer before throwing him back against the headstone, knocking it to pieces.
“You shall be punished, Crowley. And for a long time too.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Crowley asked, all pretense gone.
“You’re going to join your master and Alastair in the Pit for a while. A very long while. You do not give up Dean in a deal. Or anyone else that I care about. Remember that while they rip you to shreds,” Cas’s voice dragged along gravel.
Crowley’s eyes grew large. “No! Please, anything but-”
Cas snapped his fingers and he was gone.
Castiel spun around and turned his dark eyes on Dean. He suddenly felt utterly exposed in the angel’s gaze, as if he was laying everything out in the open for Cas to examine. The look shot a thrill through Dean.
“So it looks like you didn’t follow my instructions, Dean-o,” Gabriel said, looking between the two.
“I-I didn’t have much of a choice in the end. Cas just kinda went ahead and did something and I was up here and,” he checked his shoulder. Alastair’s handprint was no longer there, but instead the familiar handprint of Castiel lied in its place. “Well, Alastair’s claim was gone.”
Gabriel shook his head at Dean. “You idiot. I told you that it would only hurt him!”
Castiel moved right in front of Gabriel. “Leave. Now. If you continue to act as a threat towards him, I will make you leave, Gabriel.”
Gabriel shook his head in annoyance. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me after this, Cassy.” And with a rush of wings, he was gone.
“What did you do, Cas? Gabriel never told me what it was that would hurt you.” Dean asked slowly, intimidated by the angel’s outburst.
Cas turned back to him and his eyes softened. “I’m sorry for the intensity of my reactions, Dean. But getting used to your emotions colliding with my own is... difficult.” He held his hand up as Dean started to question his statement. “What he is referring to, and what you were just about to ask about, was the claim that I just placed upon you. To free you from Alastair.”
“Okay. So... like the one you had before? When you got me outta Hell?” Dean asked.
Cas ducked his head. “Not exactly. It’s... much stronger than that one could ever be.”
Dean took a step back and peered at Castiel. Stronger? “What do you mean?”
Cas took a deep breath and locked eyes with Dean. “It is a Full Bond. It will stop anyone from overriding it, like I did with Alastair’s. He could have offset that one if he wanted to, but it would have been much harder than it was. I took my first claim away from you, and in doing so, I left you completely vulnerable to him. I’m sorry, Dean. I thought he was dead and that I was never coming back and I wanted you to be as free of me as I could make you.” Cas let his eyes fall to the ground again. “But now I’ve tied you to me as completely as is able for any two beings to be. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be forced into this, and I’m the one who forced you.”
“Hey, Cas, don’t think like that.” Dean stepped closer and gripped Cas’s forearms. “Please don’t. You saved me from Hell. Again, even.” Dean choked out a short laugh.
When Cas didn’t look up, Dean took his hands in his own. “I was fully prepared to stay down there and resume my past position under Alastair, because I thought I didn’t have anything up here to live for. Sammy thinks I’m broken and Bobby agrees with him and you’re a freaking archangel who couldn’t want anything to do with me after getting you tortured, so I thought, “what the hell?”.” So I’m the one who should be sorry. You didn’t have to save me, especially since Gabe told me it would only hurt you.”
Cas’s eyes flashed up to his, the energy started expanding again. “Don’t ever say that you’re not worth anything again, Dean. Because you do have worth. You matter to Sam, to Bobby, and to Adam.” He paused and placed a hand on Dean’s cheek just as he did in Hell. “And you especially matter to me.”
Dean stared openly at Castiel, disbelief flooding his face. Cas growled. “I felt that. Whatever you may feel for me, Dean, please do not mistrust me. I am speaking the truth.” He brushed his thumb along Dean’s cheekbone and Dean leaned into the touch heavily.
Cas gauged Dean’s reaction as he leaned in close to Dean. He paused just centimeters from Dean’s lips. “There is one last thing you need to know, Dean, about the bond. It can never be undone. If we stay as we are, the bond will remain muted and you will be able to pursue anyone you wish to. I would not begrudge you that if you do not feel as I do about-”
Dean grabbed at Cas’s head and pulled him in, cutting him off. He pressed his lips to the angel’s insistently, willing the angel to respond. After a moment, Cas reacted and slid his hand into Dean’s short hair and held him still as he responded to Dean in kind. Dean kept his hands locked in Cas’s soft hair and gasped when he felt a hand press against the bare skin of his back.
Cas pressed forward and Dean awkwardly moved backwards until he hit something large and stone. He pulled back when he realized that Castiel had him pinned against a headstone.
“Uh, Cas? Can we not do this in a graveyard? That’s kinda freaky, even for me.”
Cas chuckled and pressed another kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean gasped as their surroundings suddenly changed, but Castiel started to kiss down his jaw to his neck and Dean really couldn’t care less about where they were. He pushed Dean down onto the white sheets, continuing to kiss and nip at his neck. Dean gasped when Cas found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear.
“Come ‘ere,” Dean whimpered as Cas nipped at the spot. He brought Cas down to meet his lips again, but opened his mouth this time and groaned as Cas invaded his mouth with his tongue. Jesus Christ, why hadn’t he given into his feelings earlier?
Cas moved back and said, “Dean, if you could not blaspheme right now, that would be most appreciated.”
Dean stared up at Castiel. “You could hear that? Wait, have you always been able to hear my thoughts?”
Cas chuckled as he descended on Dean’s neck once again. “No,” he said against the smooth column of Dean’s neck. “But the bond has let me in.”
“So I’ll be able to hear your thoughts as well?”
“Yes, Dean. With a little practice. But let’s not do that now, I think we have more important matters.” He inserted a leg in between Dean’s and pressed up into Dean. The hunter gasped at the sensation, his own cock filling. “How about we remove all this pesky clothing?” Castiel whispered into the edge of Dean’s jaw as he fingered the top of Dean’s jeans.
“Please,” Dean groaned.
With their clothes gone, Cas slotted himself against Dean and kissed him thoroughly again. Dean lifted his hips to rub against Cas, the slick of their sweat let him slide easily against Cas’s cock as he rutted. Castiel slowly kissed down his neck and chest, stopping to bite lightly at Dean’s nipples (which Dean moaned loudly at and Castiel filed that away for future reference), and nosed his way in Dean’s groin. Dean groaned as Cas ignored his cock.
“Cas, come on, please,” he pleaded as Cas licked at his thighs. He tried to maneuver himself so Cas would pay attention to the neediest part of him, but Cas brought his left hand up and held Dean’s hip down into the bed.
“Patience, Dean,” Cas murmured. But Dean didn’t have that kind of patience. He struggled against the hand on his hip until Cas’s other hand was on his hip.
Looking up at Dean, Cas sternly said, “Be. Patient.”
Dean took a deep breath and calmed himself. Castiel was sucking bruises into the insides of his thighs and Dean could feel his lips quirk up when he relaxed. Cas removed his hands from Dean’s hips and pushed his legs further apart. “That’s right, Dean, open for me.” Cas kept pushing until the burn of stretching his legs nearly made tears prick at his eyes.
Before Dean could make a noise of discomfort, a moan came up his throat and made its way out of his mouth. Cas had put his mouth (finally, finally) on Dean’s cock and Dean hadn’t had something feel that insanely good in years, if ever.
“Shit, Cas, yes, more,” Dean mumbled, grasping Cas by his hair. He didn’t push his head down, simply held on for the ride. Cas groaned appreciatively at the hands in his hair and sucked harder. He slid his fingers down Dean’s leg until he found his opening. Willing his fingers to be slick, Cas teased the entrance until he could easily slip a finger in.
Dean gasped at the intrusion. “Fuck, Cas.” He hadn’t had anything in his ass for years, not since a one-night-stand long ago. But fuck, if it didn’t feel amazing.
Cas glanced up at Dean and saw his enraptured expression. He drew off of Dean’s cock and licked it all over as he wiggled another finger into Dean and started scissoring him open. A steady litany of curses were falling from Dean’s lips and Cas felt powerful, knowing that he could give the man he so cared for, loved so much, such pleasure. He leaned down and sucked Dean’s cock back into his mouth and kept going until the cock nudged at the back of his throat. He swallowed.
Dean jackknifed up, off of the bed. He was staring down at Cas, who was staring straight at him. Dean drew in a ragged breath and said, “You’d better not do that again, Cas, or I won’t last.” Cas seemed to pout around his cock and Dean felt the heat grew even hotter in his groin. He was not going to last long if Cas didn’t pull back. Cas pressed his left hand against Dean’s chest and pushed him back down.
Cas slowly extricated Dean’s cock from his mouth and focused on his fingers thrusting in and out of Dean. He added a third and pressed down, searching for Dean’s prostate. A loud, startled gasp alerted him to having found it when he pressed down on a small bump within Dean.
Dean brushed his hand through Cas’s hair. “I’m ready, Cas. Please, just fuck me already.”
Cas smirked down at Dean as he got up and leaned over him. Dean pulled him down into another kiss and Cas situated himself between Dean’s legs. Dean pulled his legs as far apart as he could manage and Cas reached down and guided himself into Dean. Dean gasped against Cas’s lips when he felt the cock at his entrance. They were really doing this and Dean felt a rush from that thought. He moaned as Cas steadily thrust into him. Castiel joined him, groaning, when he was in to the hilt.
“Are you alright?” Cas asked, looking straight at Dean.
Dean nudged his hips up at Castiel and he slid in just a bit more. “I will be when you get on with the show, angel.”
Castiel grinned and kissed him lightly. He pulled back until he was kneeling and he pulled Dean to him, his hands holding Dean’s thighs open. Dean stared up at him in anticipation, his arms thrown back above his head. Cas’s smiled turned predatory and he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained within Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes and said, “Would you get on with-”
Dean choked on his last work as Cas slammed into him. Dean pulled his legs up and around Cas’s waist and the angel continued to thrust hard, but slow into him. Dean tried to keep his eyes open, to watch the angel above him fall apart, but as Cas’s hips started to snap forward over and over, he couldn’t and finally let his eyes fall shut, moaning all the while.
“Is this what you wanted, Dean? Do you like feeling my cock fill you up?” Castiel asked, leaning down to bite at Dean’s nipples. All Dean could do was moan in response. Cas let a hand trail down Dean’s chest and to his cock, where he gripped it tightly and started pumping it in an opposite rhythm to the one he’d set with his hips.
“Oh, Cas, I’m not gonna last,” Dean gasped out.
Cas licked at his collarbone. “Good.” He sped up his thrusts until Dean couldn’t tell when he was slamming in or pulling out.
“Cas, harder! Harder!” Dean cried out. Castiel obliged, and with the help of his grace, began moving within Dean faster than Dean could see, if he’d had his eyes open.
Dean could feel himself nearing the edge, just about ready to throw himself off of it.
“Open your eyes, Dean. I want to see your eyes as you come,” Castiel demanded.
Dean struggled to open his eyes, but finally met the angel’s bright blue ones. Cas’s eyes were extremely bright, not from grace, but from pleasure and his chest was shuddering as he tried to bring in breaths. The sight nearly sent Dean over the edge. Cas let go of his cock and used his hand to shift Dean’s hips infinitesimally and Dean shouted as he came all over his and Cas’s chests. Cas pumped in and out a few more times frantically before spilling into Dean. He collapsed on top of Dean.
They panted together and Cas slowly pulled out of Dean as his cock softened. Cas snapped and the mess on their chests disappeared, as did the come seeping out of Dean’s hole. Cas moved over and lay beside Dean. He turned on his side and grabbed Dean and turned him so his back was fitting against Castiel’s front.
Dean snorted. “Dude. I am so not the little spoon.”
Cas laughed and he replied, “The fact that I was just in your ass contradicts that statement.”
Dean chuckled and pressed himself closer to Castiel.
He fell asleep knowing no more dreams would come to haunt him.
Part Three - Epilogue
Dean stumbled as Gabriel dropped him in a rather familiar cemetery in Wyoming. The archangel appeared beside him.
“Do you think you got the plan?” Gabriel asked.
Dean nodded. He forcibly kept his face straight. “You’ll keep an eye on Sammy and Adam, right? Since I’m not coming back?”
Gabriel nodded as they approached a shed. “I’m sure Cassy will want to do that instead after you bring him back.”
Dean refused to let himself think too long about what he was about to do, what he was about to bind himself to. “How is this gonna work?” He asked, gesturing at the shed. “It’s not like I have the Colt anymore.”
Gabriel smiled. “You don’t need it when you’ve got me.” He snapped his fingers and the doors flew open. “This particular gate will get you pretty close to Alastair’s rack, as your dad was on it and didn’t he came out of here all those years ago? So I think you’ll do just fine.” He paused for a moment. “Thank you, Dean. For this.”
Dean nodded, not meeting Gabriel’s eyes. “I owe him. He stayed when he didn’t have to and, well, I can’t just leave him there.”
“Just remember, even if Cassy wants to try and bring you back too, he shouldn’t. It would cause him pain for the rest of his existence and-”
“I know, Gabe. I get it. It’s not like I wasn’t gonna be dead in a few years anyway. Either by a hunt or hey, maybe even liver failure. He’s the closest thing I’ve had since Sammy left me and I’m willing to do this for him. Don’t worry. I’ll bring your brother back.”
Dean turned and walked through the Gate to Hell and didn’t look back.
Ω
“So Castiel, it doesn’t look like your little human is going to show up anytime soon, huh? That’s too bad. I really wanted to have him help me with you. He was always so much more creative than I ever was, and that’s saying something. Plus, after that little stint that he pulled in that trap that you made, I think he needs some punishment, don’t you?” Alastair idly plucked a few feathers from Castiel’s left wing. He had been randomly pulling out feathers ever since Dean had left. Every time one was taken, Castiel felt a moment of lightheadedness before his grace soothed over the spot.
Castiel hoped that Dean would never return. All he wanted was for Dean to never have to return to this place that he had inhabited for forty years, to never have to listen to Alastair’s grating voice, to never have to pick up another knife or have one used on him. After all Castiel had done when he rebelled from Heaven, he supposed that this could be his penance. He would serve on the rack in Hell for all of his sins, for all his murders and acts against the Host. That was fair. But he couldn’t fathom, couldn’t bare the idea of Dean in his place again. He couldn’t stomach the idea of Dean taking the deep cuts of Alastair’s many knifes or his burns with hot iron pokers.
“Oh, but he will be back. Just not in time to save you. Actually, I really should say, try to save you.” Alastair pulled on a long flight feather, slowly increasing the amount of pressure he applied until it suddenly shifted out of position. Castiel twitched. Alastair traced around Castiel’s face with the dark feather. “This has to be the most fun I’ve had in a long, long while. I’ve had some fun times with angels before, but you. You just bring this whole new dimension to the experience.”
Castiel continued to stare straight above, trying to focus on the ceiling instead of the demon at his side. It wasn’t working. “Aren’t you going to ask why, angel?” Alastair asked as he poked Castiel in the nose with the feather. “No? Well, I’m in a particularly sharing mood, so you’re going to find out anyway.”
Alastair moved away and placed the feather down next to the others. He admired how the light shown off of the black feathers. He picked up a black-handled athame and turned back to Castiel. He slowly cut shallowly on Castiel’s chest, watching as one end of the wound resealed itself as he finished the incision.
“I’ve had pairs of people on my rack before: brother and sister, husband and wife, father and son. People who’ve made bad decisions in making deals and trying to save each other with them. John and Dean were definitely not the first two to do that. But never has an angel been in this mix. Of course, you weren’t brought here under normal terms, but that’s not important.” He continued making cuts, focusing on Castiel’s shoulders and neck next. The repetitive motion soon made Castiel numb to the sensation.
“It’s been fun, Castiel, watching the two of you earlier. Best session I’ve had in a long while. Probably since I had Dean on my rack and he said “yes”. Oh, that was a good day too. But I knew when Crowley offered up you and Dean, I knew I couldn’t resist. And I am just so glad that I didn’t.”
Castiel’s eyes snapped to Alastair. “Crowley?!” He demanded.
“Oh, that got your attention, didn’t it? You didn’t think I raised myself from the dead, now did you? Yes, he offered me a lovely little deal, and all I had to promise him was to let him utilize my skills every so often. Hardly a trade, if you ask me. I thoroughly enjoy my job, if you can’t tell.” Alastair quickly swiped the blade down Castiel’s cheek and watched the blood sluggishly drip down onto the table. “Hmm. Should I prolong this, or simply just end you? Decisions, decisions.”
Before he could say anything else, the door banged open.
Ω
“Oh, Dean, I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again when that pesky older-brother angel took you away.”
Dean set his jaw. “I’ve decided to return to Hell. Willingly. Completely.”
Alastair smiled slowly and cocked his head. “And whatever made you want to come back to me?”
“I have nothing up there, no life, no friends, no family. Down here, I had control and power. I felt good.” Dean paused when he heard the hurt gasp escape Cas’s lips, but pressed on. “I belong down here. I feel... whole.” Dean kept his face straight as he said the last phrase. He clamped down on his guilt and horror of knowing he wasn’t completely lying. He really didn’t have anyone up there anymore. The only person to stay with him was Cas, and he was only doing that out of a sense of obligation and duty. Dean didn’t want to be that for Cas. If the plan worked and he got Cas out of here, he had decided that perhaps he would stay. It’s not like he was going to live that much longer anyway and he hadn’t talked to Sammy in months, so what was a couple more years of silence?
Alastair’s grin stretched wider. “I knew you’d join us eventually. That’s why I brought you down here as much as I could while you were topside. To remind you of what you were missing.” Alastair abandoned Cas and moved over to where Dean was standing in the open part of the chamber. “One last thing I gotta do before this is all set in stone and all that.” He snapped his fingers and removed Dean’s shirt.
Instead of questioning his motives, Dean remained silent. He watched blankly as Alastair placed his hand on Dean’s phantom wound, exactly where Cas’s mark had once been. A hot flash of fire and brimstone echoed from his shoulder and Dean fell to his knees.
From across the room, Dean heard Cas yell, “No! What are you doing! Dean!” Before Alastair snapped again and Cas’s voice no longer emitted any sound.
“Ahh, isn’t that better?” Alastair said, looking over to gauge Dean’s reaction.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked to hear them scream?”
Alastair smiled. “Usually, but I think this one isn’t going to take it the way I want him to. Too much anger.” Dean nodded in false understanding. He needed to make Alastair think he was very committed to returning to his service, at least until Cas could escape. Then he would be utterly committed, as he didn’t have any other viable options. Dean focused on his commitment to getting his friend off of the rack.
“Where would you like me?” Dean asked in careful curiosity.
“I think just observing for now. Please let me know if you have any suggestions,” Alastair drawled. “If you remember, I’m most open to them.”
Dean nodded. “Do you mind if I stand?”
“Of course not. Whatever will give you the best view. Do you have any suggestions on how we should start?”
Dean moved closer to Cas and determinately kept his eyes away from Cas’s. He was sure that if he even glanced into Cas’s gaze, he would be found out. And if he wasn’t, he couldn’t bare to see the betrayal and hurt that would inevitably be bleeding into those blue eyes. “I would start with some small incisions with the angel blade knives to his fingers and toes. Just enough to hurt and slow down his healing process. Those should make other wounds last longer, do you think?”
Alastair smiled appreciatively at Dean. “I taught you so well.”
Dean wanted to vomit at the pride in his voice. He hated that he had to pretend like he wanted to do this to his best and closest friend. He despised the fact that he had to fool that friend into thinking that he too took pride in this when that was the furthest thing from the truth. The only thing keeping him mildly together was the fact that it would eventually save Cas.
Alastair followed his suggestion and soon enough there were lines of light emitting from all of Cas’s fingers and toes. Dean only hoped that Cas didn’t seep out of his vessel before he could heal the cuts. Dean loathed that he had done this to Cas.
Dean watched as Alastair slowly took Cas apart. He tried to hide every reaction he had to every visible sign of Cas’s pain. It was eating him up inside, but he knew he couldn’t instigate the final part of his plan until Cas was nearly gone and Alastair started to get bored. He continually edged Alastair towards techniques that would hurt Cas, but not impair him too greatly.
When Alastair’s hand had hovered over the angel blade knives for the third time, Dean knew he had to act.
“Is there any holy oil?” Dean asked Alastair.
Alastair looked up, a curious expression on his face. “No, but I like what you’re thinking. Stay right there, and I’ll go get some.” He vanished.
Dean immediately went to Cas’s side. “Cas? I’m going to undo the straps. Are you able to get the spikes out, or....?”
Cas looked apprehensively at him. “Are you tempting me? Is this just a trap? If so, just keep going. Don’t play with me like that. I can’t take it. Not from you.” Dean watched as a tear tracked it’s way down from Cas’s eye.
“Cas... Oh, no, Cas, I promise. This has all been Gabriel’s plan so far. Well, mostly. But will that work? We don’t have a lot of time.”
Cas looked him in the eyes and Dean saw just how hurt Cas really was. Besides the physical torture, Dean had hurt Cas in worse ways. Shame licked at his heart. Cas hesitated for a moment longer. “Yes, I believe it will work.”
“Alright,” Dean said before quickly undoing the buckles on each wrist and ankle. “Okay, now it’s only your wings.”
Cas smiled slightly at him. “Stand back.”
Dean did so and two more pairs of wings appeared and with a great movement, Cas pulled his wings up and through the spikes. The angel groaned at the sensation and unsteadily fell to his knees on the floor.
The door flew open and the two froze. Cas pulled in his two extra set of wings and let the bloody ones droop to the floor. Blood fell to the floor, adding to the substantial pool already there.
“Well, I had to go all the way to Romania to find the stuff, but here you are.” Alastair stopped and stared. His eyes narrowed. Shaking his head, he said, “Dean, Dean, Dean. That was a really stupid thing to do. I mean, I guess the angel will be able to get out, but sorry, you are stuck with me.”
Dean lowered his head. Gabriel had been right about the claim marking him as part of Hell forever. But that didn’t matter. Just as long as Cas was free, that’s all he cared about. He was just one lousy human, anyway. “I know,” he said meekly. Cas looked at him sharply, his head cocked to one side. Dean’s heart wrenched at his expression.
Suddenly, Cas stood up and motioned his arm towards the table full of instruments. Three knives rose and melted together back into an angel blade. Cas’s angel blade. “I do not think so, Alastair.”
Alastair chuckled. “Kill me if you want, Castiel. But Dean’s sporting something that keeps him locked down here forever. Not even you can bring him back from Hell this time. Sorry,” he jeered.
The archangel stood up and looked between to two. Dean didn’t meet his eyes. “What are you talking about?” Cas asked.
Alastair moved further into the room and approached Cas. Dean seethed at his closeness. “Oh, you couldn’t tell? Dean has a different mark now, since you so kindly removed yours.”
Dean saw Cas’s eyes flash a bright white before he turned to look at Dean. “Is he telling the truth? Does he have a claim on you?” Cas asked furiously.
Dean nodded and pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt. Cas moved closer to him to examine the mark. He gingerly placed his hand over Alastair’s handprint. Dean received a sudden shock and pain that sent him to his knees. Cas’s expression grew dark and his eyes started to glow. “Look away, Dean.”
Dean immediately shut his eyes and he heard the rush of wings. The light was visible from behind his eyelids. Everything was bright red in front of Dean’s eyes and a high pitched noise made him clamp his hands over his ears. Mingled in with the white noise was a short yell from the other side of the chamber.
After a moment, he felt Cas press his hand back onto the handprint. Dean gasped at the sensation. There was pain again, but also a white-hot... something. Dean didn’t know what to make of it, but he trusted Cas enough to not even question it.
“Dean. Open your eyes.”
Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Castiel. The angel was emitting a bright white light and his three pairs of wings were fully extended. Dean stared up at him, caught between a state of awe and terror.
“I am going to remove his claim. But in doing so, I have to remark you fully as my own. Do you consent?”
Dean looked down, overwhelmed. “Cas, you don’t have to do that. I’ve made my peace with staying here. Gabriel told me that if you did this, you would be hurt. It’s alright. Just leave me.”
Dean saw Cas’s eyebrows rise. Neither of them moved an inch. The glow from Cas’s eyes started to ebb until Dean could see blue again. He would miss seeing Cas’s eyes, hell, he’d miss seeing Cas. But it would be better this way.
“Dean, I can’t leave you down here.”
Dean stood and reached for Cas’s shoulder. “Yes, you can.”
Cas’s eye twitched and he furrowed his eyebrows at Dean. They stared at each other for a long moment before Dean broke their connection and looked down. “Just go, Cas. Don’t make this any harder-”
Cas cut him off by placing his hand on Dean’s face. Dean’s eyes fluttered close and he let himself lean into Cas just for a moment. For the first and last time.
“No,” Cas said firmly.
And before Dean could open his eyes or his mouth to argue, Cas’s mouth was on his. Dean began to pull back in surprise, but the hand on his cheek tightened. Dean stilled, but after a moment let his mouth fall slack and gave in. Cas pressed himself closer to Dean, holding him as close as possible until Dean felt Cas’s hand grip his shoulder tightly and then everything was white.
Cas broke away from Dean and he blinked his eyes open, realizing that they had landed in the graveyard in Wyoming. Dean looked back at Cas, who was staring intently at his face. Dean could see the apprehension in his face and Dean just breathlessly laughed. He saw Cas look at him in bewilderment before Dean slumped forward and grasped at Cas as tightly as he could.
“Are you alright, Dean?” Cas asked slowly.
Dean pulled him even closer, a lump forming in his throat. “You have no idea how good I am right now, Cas. No idea.” He buried his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and simply breathed. A smile quirked at his lips as he felt the angel’s arms come up to hug him back.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, simply holding each other and just being.
A loud throat-clearing startled them back to the present.
“As cute as the little display is, I’m afraid that we’ve got a guest,” Gabriel said.
Dean stepped back from Cas’s arms and turned to look at Gabriel. He was perched on a tall headstone, a bound and gagged Crowley at his feet.
Dean felt a sudden surge of energy surround him, in addition to his own fury at the demon in front of them. He glanced over at Castiel. His eyes were slits in his face and he drew himself up, and Dean would swear that he was extending his wings. He was momentarily confused by the duality of his emotions, but quickly figured that Cas was emoting very strongly.
“You,” Cas growled lowly. Dean felt a chill go down his spine at the gravelly word. Cas stalked forward and punched the demon straight in the face. Blood began to pour out of the Englishman’s nose. Before Cas could begin to pummel the demon, Gabriel fluidly jumped off of the headstone and grabbed Cas by the shoulders.
“Later, brother. You can hurt him all you want, but later. We need answers first. You two need to know why he did this, am I right?”
Cas pushed at Gabriel’s restricting arms. “I really could not care less, Gabriel. I just want him to hurt.” He thrust Gabriel’s arms off of him.
Dean walks up to Cas and puts a hand on his back. “Cas, I need to know why he helped Alastair do this to me.” Dean half wrapped his arm around Cas, trying to calm him. The surge of energy Cas had been emitting toned down a bit as Cas looked at Dean and reconsidered.
After a long minute, Cas nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Dean turned to Crowley and crouched in front of him. He reached up and pulled the gag down.
“Ugh, finally. That was horrid,” Crowley said, disgusted.
Dean smirked. “Good. Now, tell me why you did this,” he said in a dangerously even voice.
Crowley raised an impetuous eyebrow at the hunter. Cas growled and stepped forward. Crowley’s eyes widened and he scooted backwards, until his back was flat against a headstone. “Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt you two,” he said placatingly, “But when you” he looked pointedly at Dean, “let Lucifer out of the Cage, he started raising his upper level demons from the dead. Alastair was one of them. So do not presume to think that that little endeavor was me. And when you all got Lucifer stuck back into the Cage, I knew that I couldn’t control all of these newly-risen demons by myself. Not with the Hell I run, anyway. So I saw an opportunity to turn Alastair to my side in order to keep the peace down there, and I took it. I was saving the humans from more demonic activities!” He pleaded. “Imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t done anything and someone else became the King of Hell!” He looked up at the group with wide eyes.
Dean had to admit that Crowley’s plan had merit. But the way he went about it couldn’t have been worse.
Cas stepped forward and grabbed Crowley by the front of his suit. “And you did this by giving Dean up to Alastair? By helping him lay claim to his soul?!” Cas slid his angel blade out of his sleeve and pressed it against Crowley’s throat. “Well? Did you?”
“Yes! Yes, I did.” Crowley shouted desperately, snapping his head back against the headstone. “That was his condition.”
The power was surrounding Cas again and Dean knew that if he could see Cas’s eyes, they would be starting to glow. Cas stared at the demon for a moment longer before throwing him back against the headstone, knocking it to pieces.
“You shall be punished, Crowley. And for a long time too.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Crowley asked, all pretense gone.
“You’re going to join your master and Alastair in the Pit for a while. A very long while. You do not give up Dean in a deal. Or anyone else that I care about. Remember that while they rip you to shreds,” Cas’s voice dragged along gravel.
Crowley’s eyes grew large. “No! Please, anything but-”
Cas snapped his fingers and he was gone.
Castiel spun around and turned his dark eyes on Dean. He suddenly felt utterly exposed in the angel’s gaze, as if he was laying everything out in the open for Cas to examine. The look shot a thrill through Dean.
“So it looks like you didn’t follow my instructions, Dean-o,” Gabriel said, looking between the two.
“I-I didn’t have much of a choice in the end. Cas just kinda went ahead and did something and I was up here and,” he checked his shoulder. Alastair’s handprint was no longer there, but instead the familiar handprint of Castiel lied in its place. “Well, Alastair’s claim was gone.”
Gabriel shook his head at Dean. “You idiot. I told you that it would only hurt him!”
Castiel moved right in front of Gabriel. “Leave. Now. If you continue to act as a threat towards him, I will make you leave, Gabriel.”
Gabriel shook his head in annoyance. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me after this, Cassy.” And with a rush of wings, he was gone.
“What did you do, Cas? Gabriel never told me what it was that would hurt you.” Dean asked slowly, intimidated by the angel’s outburst.
Cas turned back to him and his eyes softened. “I’m sorry for the intensity of my reactions, Dean. But getting used to your emotions colliding with my own is... difficult.” He held his hand up as Dean started to question his statement. “What he is referring to, and what you were just about to ask about, was the claim that I just placed upon you. To free you from Alastair.”
“Okay. So... like the one you had before? When you got me outta Hell?” Dean asked.
Cas ducked his head. “Not exactly. It’s... much stronger than that one could ever be.”
Dean took a step back and peered at Castiel. Stronger? “What do you mean?”
Cas took a deep breath and locked eyes with Dean. “It is a Full Bond. It will stop anyone from overriding it, like I did with Alastair’s. He could have offset that one if he wanted to, but it would have been much harder than it was. I took my first claim away from you, and in doing so, I left you completely vulnerable to him. I’m sorry, Dean. I thought he was dead and that I was never coming back and I wanted you to be as free of me as I could make you.” Cas let his eyes fall to the ground again. “But now I’ve tied you to me as completely as is able for any two beings to be. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be forced into this, and I’m the one who forced you.”
“Hey, Cas, don’t think like that.” Dean stepped closer and gripped Cas’s forearms. “Please don’t. You saved me from Hell. Again, even.” Dean choked out a short laugh.
When Cas didn’t look up, Dean took his hands in his own. “I was fully prepared to stay down there and resume my past position under Alastair, because I thought I didn’t have anything up here to live for. Sammy thinks I’m broken and Bobby agrees with him and you’re a freaking archangel who couldn’t want anything to do with me after getting you tortured, so I thought, “what the hell?”.” So I’m the one who should be sorry. You didn’t have to save me, especially since Gabe told me it would only hurt you.”
Cas’s eyes flashed up to his, the energy started expanding again. “Don’t ever say that you’re not worth anything again, Dean. Because you do have worth. You matter to Sam, to Bobby, and to Adam.” He paused and placed a hand on Dean’s cheek just as he did in Hell. “And you especially matter to me.”
Dean stared openly at Castiel, disbelief flooding his face. Cas growled. “I felt that. Whatever you may feel for me, Dean, please do not mistrust me. I am speaking the truth.” He brushed his thumb along Dean’s cheekbone and Dean leaned into the touch heavily.
Cas gauged Dean’s reaction as he leaned in close to Dean. He paused just centimeters from Dean’s lips. “There is one last thing you need to know, Dean, about the bond. It can never be undone. If we stay as we are, the bond will remain muted and you will be able to pursue anyone you wish to. I would not begrudge you that if you do not feel as I do about-”
Dean grabbed at Cas’s head and pulled him in, cutting him off. He pressed his lips to the angel’s insistently, willing the angel to respond. After a moment, Cas reacted and slid his hand into Dean’s short hair and held him still as he responded to Dean in kind. Dean kept his hands locked in Cas’s soft hair and gasped when he felt a hand press against the bare skin of his back.
Cas pressed forward and Dean awkwardly moved backwards until he hit something large and stone. He pulled back when he realized that Castiel had him pinned against a headstone.
“Uh, Cas? Can we not do this in a graveyard? That’s kinda freaky, even for me.”
Cas chuckled and pressed another kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean gasped as their surroundings suddenly changed, but Castiel started to kiss down his jaw to his neck and Dean really couldn’t care less about where they were. He pushed Dean down onto the white sheets, continuing to kiss and nip at his neck. Dean gasped when Cas found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear.
“Come ‘ere,” Dean whimpered as Cas nipped at the spot. He brought Cas down to meet his lips again, but opened his mouth this time and groaned as Cas invaded his mouth with his tongue. Jesus Christ, why hadn’t he given into his feelings earlier?
Cas moved back and said, “Dean, if you could not blaspheme right now, that would be most appreciated.”
Dean stared up at Castiel. “You could hear that? Wait, have you always been able to hear my thoughts?”
Cas chuckled as he descended on Dean’s neck once again. “No,” he said against the smooth column of Dean’s neck. “But the bond has let me in.”
“So I’ll be able to hear your thoughts as well?”
“Yes, Dean. With a little practice. But let’s not do that now, I think we have more important matters.” He inserted a leg in between Dean’s and pressed up into Dean. The hunter gasped at the sensation, his own cock filling. “How about we remove all this pesky clothing?” Castiel whispered into the edge of Dean’s jaw as he fingered the top of Dean’s jeans.
“Please,” Dean groaned.
With their clothes gone, Cas slotted himself against Dean and kissed him thoroughly again. Dean lifted his hips to rub against Cas, the slick of their sweat let him slide easily against Cas’s cock as he rutted. Castiel slowly kissed down his neck and chest, stopping to bite lightly at Dean’s nipples (which Dean moaned loudly at and Castiel filed that away for future reference), and nosed his way in Dean’s groin. Dean groaned as Cas ignored his cock.
“Cas, come on, please,” he pleaded as Cas licked at his thighs. He tried to maneuver himself so Cas would pay attention to the neediest part of him, but Cas brought his left hand up and held Dean’s hip down into the bed.
“Patience, Dean,” Cas murmured. But Dean didn’t have that kind of patience. He struggled against the hand on his hip until Cas’s other hand was on his hip.
Looking up at Dean, Cas sternly said, “Be. Patient.”
Dean took a deep breath and calmed himself. Castiel was sucking bruises into the insides of his thighs and Dean could feel his lips quirk up when he relaxed. Cas removed his hands from Dean’s hips and pushed his legs further apart. “That’s right, Dean, open for me.” Cas kept pushing until the burn of stretching his legs nearly made tears prick at his eyes.
Before Dean could make a noise of discomfort, a moan came up his throat and made its way out of his mouth. Cas had put his mouth (finally, finally) on Dean’s cock and Dean hadn’t had something feel that insanely good in years, if ever.
“Shit, Cas, yes, more,” Dean mumbled, grasping Cas by his hair. He didn’t push his head down, simply held on for the ride. Cas groaned appreciatively at the hands in his hair and sucked harder. He slid his fingers down Dean’s leg until he found his opening. Willing his fingers to be slick, Cas teased the entrance until he could easily slip a finger in.
Dean gasped at the intrusion. “Fuck, Cas.” He hadn’t had anything in his ass for years, not since a one-night-stand long ago. But fuck, if it didn’t feel amazing.
Cas glanced up at Dean and saw his enraptured expression. He drew off of Dean’s cock and licked it all over as he wiggled another finger into Dean and started scissoring him open. A steady litany of curses were falling from Dean’s lips and Cas felt powerful, knowing that he could give the man he so cared for, loved so much, such pleasure. He leaned down and sucked Dean’s cock back into his mouth and kept going until the cock nudged at the back of his throat. He swallowed.
Dean jackknifed up, off of the bed. He was staring down at Cas, who was staring straight at him. Dean drew in a ragged breath and said, “You’d better not do that again, Cas, or I won’t last.” Cas seemed to pout around his cock and Dean felt the heat grew even hotter in his groin. He was not going to last long if Cas didn’t pull back. Cas pressed his left hand against Dean’s chest and pushed him back down.
Cas slowly extricated Dean’s cock from his mouth and focused on his fingers thrusting in and out of Dean. He added a third and pressed down, searching for Dean’s prostate. A loud, startled gasp alerted him to having found it when he pressed down on a small bump within Dean.
Dean brushed his hand through Cas’s hair. “I’m ready, Cas. Please, just fuck me already.”
Cas smirked down at Dean as he got up and leaned over him. Dean pulled him down into another kiss and Cas situated himself between Dean’s legs. Dean pulled his legs as far apart as he could manage and Cas reached down and guided himself into Dean. Dean gasped against Cas’s lips when he felt the cock at his entrance. They were really doing this and Dean felt a rush from that thought. He moaned as Cas steadily thrust into him. Castiel joined him, groaning, when he was in to the hilt.
“Are you alright?” Cas asked, looking straight at Dean.
Dean nudged his hips up at Castiel and he slid in just a bit more. “I will be when you get on with the show, angel.”
Castiel grinned and kissed him lightly. He pulled back until he was kneeling and he pulled Dean to him, his hands holding Dean’s thighs open. Dean stared up at him in anticipation, his arms thrown back above his head. Cas’s smiled turned predatory and he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained within Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes and said, “Would you get on with-”
Dean choked on his last work as Cas slammed into him. Dean pulled his legs up and around Cas’s waist and the angel continued to thrust hard, but slow into him. Dean tried to keep his eyes open, to watch the angel above him fall apart, but as Cas’s hips started to snap forward over and over, he couldn’t and finally let his eyes fall shut, moaning all the while.
“Is this what you wanted, Dean? Do you like feeling my cock fill you up?” Castiel asked, leaning down to bite at Dean’s nipples. All Dean could do was moan in response. Cas let a hand trail down Dean’s chest and to his cock, where he gripped it tightly and started pumping it in an opposite rhythm to the one he’d set with his hips.
“Oh, Cas, I’m not gonna last,” Dean gasped out.
Cas licked at his collarbone. “Good.” He sped up his thrusts until Dean couldn’t tell when he was slamming in or pulling out.
“Cas, harder! Harder!” Dean cried out. Castiel obliged, and with the help of his grace, began moving within Dean faster than Dean could see, if he’d had his eyes open.
Dean could feel himself nearing the edge, just about ready to throw himself off of it.
“Open your eyes, Dean. I want to see your eyes as you come,” Castiel demanded.
Dean struggled to open his eyes, but finally met the angel’s bright blue ones. Cas’s eyes were extremely bright, not from grace, but from pleasure and his chest was shuddering as he tried to bring in breaths. The sight nearly sent Dean over the edge. Cas let go of his cock and used his hand to shift Dean’s hips infinitesimally and Dean shouted as he came all over his and Cas’s chests. Cas pumped in and out a few more times frantically before spilling into Dean. He collapsed on top of Dean.
They panted together and Cas slowly pulled out of Dean as his cock softened. Cas snapped and the mess on their chests disappeared, as did the come seeping out of Dean’s hole. Cas moved over and lay beside Dean. He turned on his side and grabbed Dean and turned him so his back was fitting against Castiel’s front.
Dean snorted. “Dude. I am so not the little spoon.”
Cas laughed and he replied, “The fact that I was just in your ass contradicts that statement.”
Dean chuckled and pressed himself closer to Castiel.
He fell asleep knowing no more dreams would come to haunt him.
Part Three - Epilogue