SPN: Turn Back the Clock, chapter 10.5 [T-M]
Fandom:
Supernatural
Title:
Turn Back the Clock
Chapter:
10.5
In which Dean and Cas snuggle.
Author:
lt_indigo
Pairing(s):
Warning(s):
Disclamer:
Never mine.
Word count:
860
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Dean woke up slowly, which was something of a luxury really: the number of times he got startled awake either from a nightmare, a dream-walk, or someone physically invading the room was getting to be ridiculous. Today, there was none of that; just warm sunshine, warm bed and the warmth coming from…
“Cas?”
“Good morning, Dean,” Cas said, his arms tightening briefly around Dean. “You slept well.”
Dean opened his eyes. He was still at Bobby’s, exactly where he expected to be, but he was lying against Cas, his left ear pressed against the soft cotton of Cas’ white shirt. He could see why girls liked this: he felt really safe here, in Cas’ arms. How many people could say their sleep was guarded over by a freaking archangel?
“You okay?” Dean asked, pressing himself further into Cas. “Gabriel said you needed a break.”
“I never truly appreciated how much grace an archangel has,” Cas admitted. “I am struggling a little to use only what I need. But she assures me I will get used to it.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry you’re here,” Dean said, tracing his fingers lightly over the thin fabric of Cas’ shirt. “Been thinking about this for a while.”
Now, wasn’t that interesting? The little catch in Cas’ breathing as his wandering hand flicked over Cas’ left nipple, feeling it harden under his fingertips. Were other parts of Cas hard too? Now that was an interesting thought.
He wriggled himself around a little, so that he could kiss Cas. His angel melted under him, allowing Dean to take things a little further than usual, to distract Cas with a little nibble of his bottom lip and a gentle stroke of his tongue that made Cas gasp. It seemed like Cas had been looking forward to this just as much as Dean, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to make the most of this prescribed vacation while they had it.
“Dean?” Cas sounded worried rather than horny, which was a situation Dean was not happy about. Had he misread things? Maybe Gabriel was only talking about himself (herself? Damn archangel and its confusing genders) when he had said about angels being able to enjoy sex? Was this something Cas even wanted?
Cas pulled him close and kissed him fiercely, putting some of his fears to rest.
“I don’t know if I can control myself,” Cas admitted quietly as he held Dean to his chest. “I don’t want to injure you, but I also want this. You have no idea how long I have entertained the idea of this.”
Dean swallowed past a lump in his throat, because he did have an idea. At the time he had thought that Cas had made a mess of things with the hooker because he wasn’t into sex, but it didn’t take him too long to work out the truth. Cas beating the crap out of him while informing Dean of everything he had given up had pretty much been the big clue there. And he now thought it, it had probably been that first Halloween when Sam had kicked Samhain’s ass, where Cas had admitted his doubts about Heaven: that had taken some serious trust on Cas’ part, some serious feelings for Dean even back then.
And how long had Dean wanted Cas for? How long since he let that little seed start to take root in his head? Had it really taken finding out that Cas was lying to him about Crowley and Purgatory for him to realise?
“You won’t hurt me,” Dean assured him, laying his hand over Cas’ heart and feeling its strong beat beneath his palm. “I trust you. And if your shithead brother can do this, so can you.”
There was the tiniest snort of laughter from Cas. Dean manoeuvred himself up so he could see the lines crinkling at the corners of Cas’ eyes; that gentle smile that was only ever his.
“And don’t you say that he’s older, or more experienced or whatever, because you are awesome and I believe in you.”
There was a look of awe on Cas’ face that Dean wasn’t altogether sure he could handle seeing, so he kissed it away; long and hard and deep until he was breathless. He rubbed his hand across the front of Cas’ pants and swallowed the desperate whine that escaped from the angel.
“Dean, I…”
“Trust me,” he whispered as he undid the belt. “Trust your vessel and trust me.”
“I do,” Cas gasped, “but…”
Dean pressed a kiss to the underside of Cas’ jaw. “I got no intention of losing my eyes,” he said. “Trust me.”
So maybe this wasn’t going to be the handjob to end all handjobs and completely blow Cas’ mind, but Dean would find a way to make that happen too, even if it meant more uncomfortable conversations with Gabriel. This was just about allowing Cas to enjoy what humanity could offer him, what Dean could offer him, for now. And if Cas somehow managed to look completely debauched while glowing with the pure white light of his grace, then who was Dean to complain?
Parts 2-4 of 'Five Times...' take place between this chapter and ' Field Trip'.
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Dean woke up slowly, which was something of a luxury really: the number of times he got startled awake either from a nightmare, a dream-walk, or someone physically invading the room was getting to be ridiculous. Today, there was none of that; just warm sunshine, warm bed and the warmth coming from…
“Cas?”
“Good morning, Dean,” Cas said, his arms tightening briefly around Dean. “You slept well.”
Dean opened his eyes. He was still at Bobby’s, exactly where he expected to be, but he was lying against Cas, his left ear pressed against the soft cotton of Cas’ white shirt. He could see why girls liked this: he felt really safe here, in Cas’ arms. How many people could say their sleep was guarded over by a freaking archangel?
“You okay?” Dean asked, pressing himself further into Cas. “Gabriel said you needed a break.”
“I never truly appreciated how much grace an archangel has,” Cas admitted. “I am struggling a little to use only what I need. But she assures me I will get used to it.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry you’re here,” Dean said, tracing his fingers lightly over the thin fabric of Cas’ shirt. “Been thinking about this for a while.”
Now, wasn’t that interesting? The little catch in Cas’ breathing as his wandering hand flicked over Cas’ left nipple, feeling it harden under his fingertips. Were other parts of Cas hard too? Now that was an interesting thought.
He wriggled himself around a little, so that he could kiss Cas. His angel melted under him, allowing Dean to take things a little further than usual, to distract Cas with a little nibble of his bottom lip and a gentle stroke of his tongue that made Cas gasp. It seemed like Cas had been looking forward to this just as much as Dean, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to make the most of this prescribed vacation while they had it.
“Dean?” Cas sounded worried rather than horny, which was a situation Dean was not happy about. Had he misread things? Maybe Gabriel was only talking about himself (herself? Damn archangel and its confusing genders) when he had said about angels being able to enjoy sex? Was this something Cas even wanted?
Cas pulled him close and kissed him fiercely, putting some of his fears to rest.
“I don’t know if I can control myself,” Cas admitted quietly as he held Dean to his chest. “I don’t want to injure you, but I also want this. You have no idea how long I have entertained the idea of this.”
Dean swallowed past a lump in his throat, because he did have an idea. At the time he had thought that Cas had made a mess of things with the hooker because he wasn’t into sex, but it didn’t take him too long to work out the truth. Cas beating the crap out of him while informing Dean of everything he had given up had pretty much been the big clue there. And he now thought it, it had probably been that first Halloween when Sam had kicked Samhain’s ass, where Cas had admitted his doubts about Heaven: that had taken some serious trust on Cas’ part, some serious feelings for Dean even back then.
And how long had Dean wanted Cas for? How long since he let that little seed start to take root in his head? Had it really taken finding out that Cas was lying to him about Crowley and Purgatory for him to realise?
“You won’t hurt me,” Dean assured him, laying his hand over Cas’ heart and feeling its strong beat beneath his palm. “I trust you. And if your shithead brother can do this, so can you.”
There was the tiniest snort of laughter from Cas. Dean manoeuvred himself up so he could see the lines crinkling at the corners of Cas’ eyes; that gentle smile that was only ever his.
“And don’t you say that he’s older, or more experienced or whatever, because you are awesome and I believe in you.”
There was a look of awe on Cas’ face that Dean wasn’t altogether sure he could handle seeing, so he kissed it away; long and hard and deep until he was breathless. He rubbed his hand across the front of Cas’ pants and swallowed the desperate whine that escaped from the angel.
“Dean, I…”
“Trust me,” he whispered as he undid the belt. “Trust your vessel and trust me.”
“I do,” Cas gasped, “but…”
Dean pressed a kiss to the underside of Cas’ jaw. “I got no intention of losing my eyes,” he said. “Trust me.”
So maybe this wasn’t going to be the handjob to end all handjobs and completely blow Cas’ mind, but Dean would find a way to make that happen too, even if it meant more uncomfortable conversations with Gabriel. This was just about allowing Cas to enjoy what humanity could offer him, what Dean could offer him, for now. And if Cas somehow managed to look completely debauched while glowing with the pure white light of his grace, then who was Dean to complain?
Parts 2-4 of 'Five Times...' take place between this chapter and ' Field Trip'.
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