Interlude [Dean/Castiel] R
Title: Interlude
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for Season 4.
AN: Maddy [apostrophee] put the idea in my head while passing through her journal. Thanks for the beta.
Summary: “You should so me some respect.” Oh yes, Dean learns respect.
My idea on a missing scene set in between Dean’s ‘dream’ conversation with Castiel and then with Sam in the morning.
“I dragged you out of hell; I can throw you back in.” Dean avoided looking at the angel, sensing the sudden change in the person before him. It was like an intensity had been brought forth, and as Castiel bore forward Dean felt the need to look away from him, eyes lowered unconsciously to Castiel’s chest. “We may have work for you, but Sam could probably do the job just as well.” Dean reflexively moved back as Castiel crowded around him, leaning back on the counter and still avoiding eye contact.
It was as if the power was leaking out of the angel, his low tone throwing Dean off his game. The fact that his gaze was drawn to a thin set of chapped lips didn’t really help matters.
“What? No sarcastic reply? No witty retort?” The angel taunted, moving closer to the hunter. There was a change about Castiel then, a slight smirk set on the usually serious features. Castiel’s hands moved to frame Dean’s body, one at either side of his hips. Dean sucked in a breath as Castiel moved closer, so close there was almost no space between them, pinning Dean to the counter with his body.
Dean felt the coil of arousal inside of his gut, just the closeness of another warm body triggering the slow build of heat in the pit of his stomach. The smile on the angel’s face told Dean that the other male knew exactly what his body’s response was. Biting his lip, Dean looked away from Castiel, feeling an embarrassment that he wasn’t used to at all.
“Oh,” Castiel leaned forward, pressing his pelvis into Dean’s in a taunting manner, warm breath ghosting against Dean’s neck as rough stubble scratched his cheek. “Submissive looks good on you.” The angel’s voice was low and raspy, thick with what Dean would call desire, if he didn’t know better.
Just as he was about to come up with a snappy retort, Castiel slowly and purposely rocked his hips up into Dean’s, a broken groan falling from the hunter’s lips. The motion was repeated, this time with more force and Dean didn’t try to stop the moan, his head tipping back, eyes shut tightly, mouth hanging open for light gasps to escape and his hands clutching tightly to the counter and Castiel rocked into him, maintaining a slow but firm rhythm. Dean could feel the matching erection pressing against his crotch, but the angel barely showed a sign of interest save for avidly watching every change on Dean’s features.
When Castiel’s hands moved from the counter to grip at Dean’s hips, pulling their bodies together, Dean caught the first glimpse of something on the angel’s face. Want. The look in Castiel’s eyes was enough to bring a groan of pleasure from Dean’s lips, even as their erections were pressed tightly against one another.
An open mouth pressed against Dean’s throat, teeth biting down just enough to provide a spark of painful pleasure through Dean’s body. He moaned, a low rumble catching in his throat as Castiel bit down again, teeth trailing over the vulnerable skin of Dean’s neck. Dean released his grip on the counter, his knuckles almost white, hands moving to pull at Castiel’s arms, pressing up into the hard body, pushing to find that delicious friction that he craved, desperate for more. The rough stubble against Dean’s neck fuelling his need for something more, the seemingly composed angel giving nothing away except for the constant rutting of their bodies and the harsh breathing against Dean’s skin.
The hunter hooked a leg around Castiel’s, gaining a little leverage and just the right amount of friction. Dean moaned loudly at the new pressure, he was practically riding the angel’s thigh, his own thigh pressing up against the angel’s erection. Dean’s moans grew louder, turning into a litany of curses as his hips were pulled harder and faster. Castiel pushed his thigh up hard, roughly rubbing against Dean’s straining cock, open mouth pressed under Dean’s ear, tongue occasionally lapping at the sweat soaked skin. Dean bore down, pressing into the thigh, hands moving up to Castiel’s shoulders as he did so. It only took a few rough thrusts and Castiel’s teeth biting into the sensitive patch of skin under Dean’s ear, Dean’s body tensed, the angel grinding down against Dean while he rode out his orgasm, grunting against Castiel’s neck.
It was like he felt something break, like there was a tension coiling something inside him that he hadn’t known about. Like something needed fixing and he hadn’t realised realized until now. Dean dropped a hand from Castiel’s shoulder, going to the front of his slacks where he could still feel the straining erection behind the material. Before he could slip down the zipper, Dean’s wrist was caught in a tight grip. He glanced back at the angel, eyes linking for the first time since Dean felt the shift in the mood, a small smile on the angel’s face. With a shake of the head Castiel placed a soft, chaste kiss to Dean’s lips, before suddenly vanishing, leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.
He woke with a start, jerked out of sleep abruptly. He sat up, looking over his shoulder at the kitchen, feeling a sudden stir as Sam walked towards him. Raising a hand up to his neck, Dean’s fingers found the teeth indentations under his ear. Licking his lips, Dean turned towards Sam.
“So, you’ve got not problem accepting this angels and God then?”
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for Season 4.
AN: Maddy [apostrophee] put the idea in my head while passing through her journal. Thanks for the beta.
Summary: “You should so me some respect.” Oh yes, Dean learns respect.
My idea on a missing scene set in between Dean’s ‘dream’ conversation with Castiel and then with Sam in the morning.
“I dragged you out of hell; I can throw you back in.” Dean avoided looking at the angel, sensing the sudden change in the person before him. It was like an intensity had been brought forth, and as Castiel bore forward Dean felt the need to look away from him, eyes lowered unconsciously to Castiel’s chest. “We may have work for you, but Sam could probably do the job just as well.” Dean reflexively moved back as Castiel crowded around him, leaning back on the counter and still avoiding eye contact.
It was as if the power was leaking out of the angel, his low tone throwing Dean off his game. The fact that his gaze was drawn to a thin set of chapped lips didn’t really help matters.
“What? No sarcastic reply? No witty retort?” The angel taunted, moving closer to the hunter. There was a change about Castiel then, a slight smirk set on the usually serious features. Castiel’s hands moved to frame Dean’s body, one at either side of his hips. Dean sucked in a breath as Castiel moved closer, so close there was almost no space between them, pinning Dean to the counter with his body.
Dean felt the coil of arousal inside of his gut, just the closeness of another warm body triggering the slow build of heat in the pit of his stomach. The smile on the angel’s face told Dean that the other male knew exactly what his body’s response was. Biting his lip, Dean looked away from Castiel, feeling an embarrassment that he wasn’t used to at all.
“Oh,” Castiel leaned forward, pressing his pelvis into Dean’s in a taunting manner, warm breath ghosting against Dean’s neck as rough stubble scratched his cheek. “Submissive looks good on you.” The angel’s voice was low and raspy, thick with what Dean would call desire, if he didn’t know better.
Just as he was about to come up with a snappy retort, Castiel slowly and purposely rocked his hips up into Dean’s, a broken groan falling from the hunter’s lips. The motion was repeated, this time with more force and Dean didn’t try to stop the moan, his head tipping back, eyes shut tightly, mouth hanging open for light gasps to escape and his hands clutching tightly to the counter and Castiel rocked into him, maintaining a slow but firm rhythm. Dean could feel the matching erection pressing against his crotch, but the angel barely showed a sign of interest save for avidly watching every change on Dean’s features.
When Castiel’s hands moved from the counter to grip at Dean’s hips, pulling their bodies together, Dean caught the first glimpse of something on the angel’s face. Want. The look in Castiel’s eyes was enough to bring a groan of pleasure from Dean’s lips, even as their erections were pressed tightly against one another.
An open mouth pressed against Dean’s throat, teeth biting down just enough to provide a spark of painful pleasure through Dean’s body. He moaned, a low rumble catching in his throat as Castiel bit down again, teeth trailing over the vulnerable skin of Dean’s neck. Dean released his grip on the counter, his knuckles almost white, hands moving to pull at Castiel’s arms, pressing up into the hard body, pushing to find that delicious friction that he craved, desperate for more. The rough stubble against Dean’s neck fuelling his need for something more, the seemingly composed angel giving nothing away except for the constant rutting of their bodies and the harsh breathing against Dean’s skin.
The hunter hooked a leg around Castiel’s, gaining a little leverage and just the right amount of friction. Dean moaned loudly at the new pressure, he was practically riding the angel’s thigh, his own thigh pressing up against the angel’s erection. Dean’s moans grew louder, turning into a litany of curses as his hips were pulled harder and faster. Castiel pushed his thigh up hard, roughly rubbing against Dean’s straining cock, open mouth pressed under Dean’s ear, tongue occasionally lapping at the sweat soaked skin. Dean bore down, pressing into the thigh, hands moving up to Castiel’s shoulders as he did so. It only took a few rough thrusts and Castiel’s teeth biting into the sensitive patch of skin under Dean’s ear, Dean’s body tensed, the angel grinding down against Dean while he rode out his orgasm, grunting against Castiel’s neck.
It was like he felt something break, like there was a tension coiling something inside him that he hadn’t known about. Like something needed fixing and he hadn’t realised realized until now. Dean dropped a hand from Castiel’s shoulder, going to the front of his slacks where he could still feel the straining erection behind the material. Before he could slip down the zipper, Dean’s wrist was caught in a tight grip. He glanced back at the angel, eyes linking for the first time since Dean felt the shift in the mood, a small smile on the angel’s face. With a shake of the head Castiel placed a soft, chaste kiss to Dean’s lips, before suddenly vanishing, leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.
He woke with a start, jerked out of sleep abruptly. He sat up, looking over his shoulder at the kitchen, feeling a sudden stir as Sam walked towards him. Raising a hand up to his neck, Dean’s fingers found the teeth indentations under his ear. Licking his lips, Dean turned towards Sam.
“So, you’ve got not problem accepting this angels and God then?”
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