ABC's of Angelic intimacy 3/5
Title: ABCs of Angelic Intimacy
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Warning: BDSM, (some) AU, major and minor character death, character illness (longterm), solo pleasure and various kinks.
Summary: Exploring the relationship between Dean and Cas; a series of drabbles
Notes: An exercise to outline some of the themes and the behaviors of the characters
Kreme
Dean never pegged Cas as having a sweet tooth, but Sam though it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen. The way he was sucking on his thumb was positively pornographic. Cas wouldn't go down on him like that. All raunchy and dirty like there was nothing else he's rather do. Across the table, Sam was trying to hide his laughter behind his napkin. He couldn't believe they had an angel who liked freakin' Crispy Kremes.
“You don't know that.” Cas proclaimed once he'd finished licking the cream off of his hands.
After realizing that Cas was speaking to him. Dean looked up and tried to clean his mind of the filthy porn it was being assaulted with. “What?”
“That I wouldn't go down on you like a good tasting pastry.”
Sam choked on his coffee and proceeded to bang the tabletop with his fist.
“Cas!”
“What's the matter, Dean?”
The forkful of pie that was halfway to Dean's mouth had fallen to the plate and the fork was next to it. “You can't just say things like that! And don't read my thoughts!”
“Why not?”
The eldest Winchester looked horrified. “Because!” he hissed.
“But that's how I'd like to.”
Dean shook his head. “How you'd like to what?”
“How I'd like to go down on you,” he stated matter of factly, tilting his head and looking at Dean as if he were the one who was out of line.
“Well.” He nodded, blushing profusely. “Okay then.”
While the two of them were busy looking at each other, Sam smiled into his mug.
Lovers
Dean could have been a mechanic in Kansas and maybe Cas would have been one of those sweet but too kind businessmen. His car would have broken down on the route leading up to the city, and he would have been late to his job, calling frantically to the office where he worked, warning them that he was broken down on the side of the road. Still worried about others when he should have been afraid for himself.
Maybe Dean was late, too, but it would have been because he had been out too late the night before, and he still would have been a little hung over. He would see a nondescript Toyota, some sort of beige, on the shoulder of the highway and see a man wearing a trench coat looking desolate and afraid. He'd pull off to the side, behind the Toyota and ask what was wrong.
It just died. I don't know what happened. His voice would be deep but soft and unsure.
Dean would shrug and nod at the hood. Want me to take a look?
Hell, knowing Cas he's just nod yes and look at him fretfully. It was always the batteries in those stupid things and he'd tell that to Cas, offer him a jump, then be on his way, but Dean knew that's not how it would go down. Cas would look tearfully at him.
Here. Take this. He'd hand him his business card and call the shop himself. Keep this and I'll call a tow truck for you and have them haul it to the garage. I'll put it in myself. No charge. Just part costs. It'll be cheap. Don't worry.
He'd see Cas after he'd been under the hood, talking with the guy who drove the tow truck but looking away quickly as Dean approached. He'd be wiping his hands on a rag and Cas would be anxious.
Never made it to work then?
I called in sick. Is the car alright?
He'd nod and frown. About your car...
Is it alright? Will it be ready soon?
See. I thought it was the battery, but it's bigger than that. He'd rub the back of his neck. Thing is...you're engine block is half rusted. Not sure what happened with your carburetor because the choke's missing. I think something slipped out of the block and lodged in the carburetor. You hit a bump and dislodged it and killed the engine. It's junk, Sir. Replacing it would cost you more in labor than your car's worth.
But instead of focusing on the man's new set of problems, he'd be content to check out the pout of his lips and the bright color of his eyes. Cas would lean against the wall and rub his arms.
I can't afford another car.
You need a lift? 'cause I can-
No! He would be embarrassed, afraid to admit that he couldn't handle what was happening to him. I got laid off. They fired me over the phone when I called out. My apartment is...I owe back rent for 5 months. She's gonna throw me out soon.
You need some help?
The stranger would look at him with wet eyes and smile weakly, then nod. Yes.
I'm Dean.
I'm Cas.
Nice to meet you.
They'd start out small, just roommates and Cas would have a cat because he liked the idea of Cas having a cat. One with long whiskers and a spot on one eye. And a bushy tale that she would use to knock things over with. The cat would like Dean immensely even though Dean didn't like cats. She would come greet him when he got home and Cas would make dinner because Dean couldn't cook worth a damn. They would sit across form each other and Dean would tell him about his day, and Cas would tell him stories about his college days and how he'd like to go back. Dean would learn that Cas could speak three languages in addition to English and had majored in philosophy and semantics before he had been forced to drop out to take care of his father.
Cas would change the subject and talk of happier things. Do you like pie? I wasn't sure, but I made some anyway.
What kind?
Apple.
And Dean would grin and eat three pieces. They would spend Christmas together, and Cas would still be out of a job because the economy was getting worse and no one was hiring in Kansas right now. He'd give Cas a year's tuition for night courses at the local college just to see those eyes light up. Without thinking he's dive into Dean's arms and steal a kiss. They would share the moment, kissing, testing, then pulling apart and never speaking of it again.
Cas would take history, English, Latin, and philosophy at night but still make microwave dinners in the morning, so that Dean would have something to eat.
I was thinking about taking a test to get into grad school.
Why?
I don't like mooching off you. You've been so kind to me and all I do is take your money.
There's no one else I'd rather give it to.
But your brother-
Sammy's a lawyer. Big shot. We're close, but he doesn't need money from me. Hell, I can't afford the crap he drives when his 'real' car breaks down. I love him, but he's all set where he is. And our parents are dead.
But you must be lonely!
Got you. And he'd smirk like a devil.
Cas would look sad though. But I can't please you like a beautiful woman could.
What if I thought you did?
Your crazy. He'd whisper, but they would both be thinking about that kiss so long ago.
This time Dean would pull Cas close and lift him easily into his lap. I'm gonna kiss you.
Okay.
They would make their way to his bedroom, and Cas would be a little nervous. It would be in Dean's bed after all, but they would explore each other in the dark. It would be sweet and tender, a little rushed but mutual. Cas would have a wicked mouth and beg to be taken. Always the gentleman, Dean would agree. It would be slick and hot. Everything Dean had dreamed of would be lying on his bed willing and begging, hot for it. Cas would be vocal, moaning and panting, while Dean would grunt and swear until they both climaxed. Cas only a little before Dean. Sticky with spending, they would fall asleep wrapped around each other, sated and happy.
And when they woke up the cat would be there, sleeping contently on Dean's chest. Right next to Cas's cheek. They would grow old together, be partners and friends. Cas would call him dear, and he'd call Cas sweetheart. The neighbors would know them, and they'd bring casserole to dinner parties.
That's how he like to think it would have happened if they had normal lives. And as Cas curled up against his side, he wished that's what it was really like because he would give the Cas the world as it all stood now. But if he really could decide, he just wanted to be normal. A normal guy with a normal job and a house and a beautiful lover with an earnest smile and a gentle heart to make his home with. But they weren't normal. Quickies in hotel rooms would never make them anymore than mutual. Even though Dean knew he held Cas's heart in his hand, he knew better that Cas would never hold his.
Master
When the sun set on a ruined city, it was supposed to be the perfect ending to a victorious battle. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. Dean wiped away the dirt and grime from his face and sat down heavily on a former washing machine-now piece of crap sofa in the middle of destroyed Detroit. It was just over. The demons were wiped clean, the Devil was locked away, and it was all over. He could see the angels know and even those that weren't in vessels, that skated the reality between the spiritual and the physical were preparing to leave the mortal veil. Cas was surrounded by his family and he could see the essence of Michael and Gabriel wrapped around him. It was nauseating.
“Dean?”
Dean looked up startled. Chuck was looking at him pointedly, his hands twisted together nervously.
“Dean,” he repeated. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn't I be?”
He raised a single eyebrow and his mouth twisted in a funny way. “It's Ca's last day. Got to say I never thought you'd be taking it this well.”
“Your visions clue you in on that then?”
Chuck's face fell. “I don't have those anymore, Dean.”
“But you didn't say that's not how you got the scoop.” He stood up and slung his gun over his shoulder. What would they do with all their ammo stores now? To be fair, most of their stores had been depleted by the end of the battle. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“When this is all said and done,” he shifted a little. “Do I get to meet God?”
The prophet looked up at him. Dean readied himself for a lecture or at the very least a reprimand, but Chuck slouched back. “I don't know.”
“Figures.”
No
When Dean told Michael no he meant it. He really meant it. It wasn't just knowing that he would be reduced to a vegetable that made him afraid. It was thinking about this fragile new thing between him and Cas. It was about trying to mend fences with Sam. It was about being human. It was about this all being so goddamn unfair.
Cas left him, though. Everyone did. Even if was only for a couple of moments, but he isn't coming back this time. Dean knows that now and he set down what's left of Chuck's manuscripts. He'd stepped over Becky's body on the way inside and now that he's only down the hall from the bedroom, he knows Chuck will be inside. The angels would have let him die in grace and not all twisted on the landing. He's right. Chuck's body is on the bed, and if it weren't for the blood on the sheets he would look as if he were sleeping.
His senses tell him that there's more coming and there are hellhounds on his tale anyway, but he can't being himself to care. He won't say yes and he won't kill Sam, but without Cas he doesn't even want to breath. He brings the sheet over Chuck's face and brings another out to cover Becky's body. As he lets the lighter fall from his hand and the house begins to burn, he wonders if he just single-handedly killed the world.
On
Sam always left the light on for Cas when they told him which hotel they were in because he knew Cas would come when Dean was sleeping and sit at his side. The angel probably didn't know he was aware of anything going on between the two of them, but he knew about Cas's nighttime visits. If Sam could have, he would have tried to sit by Dean's bed and whisper soothingly to him, but as it all stood he didn't stand a chance. If Dean thought he was getting too touch feely about the goddamn lunch menu, he got an earful for chrissakes. No, he liked that Cas came by. He liked the idea of Dean having someone special like he used to have. It gave Same hope that one day he would meet another special someone, and they could share whatever time he had left on this Earth together in happiness.
Dean cried out and began to toss and turn. The angel seemed unsurprised and began to speak in hushed tones.
“Pater, noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a jos malo.”
Cas's voice was gentle, and Sam watched him stroke Dean's forehead with the back of his hand, his knuckles brushing over the eldest brother's brow. Under Cas's gentle ministrations, Dean settled down and leaned into the touch.
“Cas,” he murmured opening his eyes.
“Shh. It's alright now, Dean. Rest.”
“'Kay.” He closed his eyes obediently and fell asleep.
Cas raised his voice slightly so as not to wake Dean. “You too, Sam. Rest for now. I'll watch over both of you.”
Before he surrendered to sleep, he caught Cas's eye and smiled. Thank you he mouthed.
The blue eyed angel's smile said everything Sam wanted to hear. He drifted off and slept without a single nightmare.
“Amen.”
Part 4