Angelic Big Bang, SPN, "Taking Ten Steps Home," Part 7/10
Title: Taking Ten Steps Home
Fandom: SPN
Genre: Romance/Angst/Character-centric
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Bobby Singer, Leviathans; Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 10,279
Rating: R for frottage in the back of the Impala
Spoilers: 7x01, 7x02
Notes: Breaks from canon after the first few minutes of 7x02.
Beta: skylar_matthews
Summary: Castiel swore he'd find a way to redeem himself to Dean. This is how the story goes.
Seven:
Through the haze of whiskey and wine, Castiel vaguely recognizes that this is an absolutely terrible, incredibly dangerous idea.
But he doesn’t care.
He and Dean are in a dive in Iowa, and the neon lights are twinkling over Dean’s face. Castiel can tell that they’re about equally drunk, though Castiel has had far more to drink, and he leans over, gently reaching out and brushing against one of the spots of red light on Dean’s arm.
There’s a moment of silence that hangs in the air between them.
Then, as Castiel draws his hand back, Dean catches it, and a shock runs through Castiel. His throat stops up and his heart thuds wild for a moment, because Dean has not come within three feet of him, much less touched him, since before the Leviathans used him. He’d nearly forgotten what it feels like, how the touch of Dean’s hand makes him feel right, more than anything else has in millennia.
Dean looks at him with intense, hazy eyes. Castiel stutters over a breath and moves his barstool a hair closer to Dean’s. He knocks back another shot. It burns going down, but it’s good.
When Dean lurches toward him and whispers in his ear, “Car. Now,” Castiel can’t help but follow, even when Dean lets go of his hand. After all, Castiel has never been able to say no to this Winchester - not even in the very beginning.
They stumble across the parking lot to the Impala, and Dean shoves Castiel against the passenger side door.
This is how their first kiss goes, up against the side of the Impala. Out of the precious few kisses Castiel has had, this is of course the best. Only Dean has ever made him want like this, made him yearn and feel and disobey. He twines himself around Dean as Dean kisses him with a searing, single-minded intensity.
The kiss screams of possessiveness, of Dean claiming him - not that Castiel has ever needed him to, to know that he is very much his - and Castiel melts into it, because part of him knows this will likely never happen again, that this could very well be his only chance to have this, to have Dean in his arms and kissing him like he’s the center of the universe.
When Dean finally pulls back, it’s only a fraction of an inch, and they pant into each others’ mouths. They’re pressed together from shoulder to groin, and now Castiel can feel Dean’s arousal, and he notices, slightly dazed, his own. Dean has made him physically aroused - though, if anyone could do it, it would be Dean.
Dean stays flush against him, but fumbles for his keys. By some miracle he manages to get the car door open.
He takes Castiel by the lapels of his trench coat and kisses him again, softer, slower, as he guides him down into the backseat. As soon as he feels the leather seat against his back, Castiel moans softly.
“God, Cas,” Dean says, and there is something profoundly broken in his voice.
Castiel quiets him by leaning up to kiss him again, pushing his tongue into Dean’s mouth. Dean accepts the intrusion gamely, wrapping Castiel tighter in his arms and using his considerable prowess to drive Castiel out of his mind.
This time, when Dean pulls away, he sits up to shrug off his jacket, and his eyes are practically black in the dark of the night. Castiel takes the hint and mostly divests himself of his coat, leaving it to lie open underneath him. Dean watches, and then he’s kissing Castiel again, pulling on his already-loosened tie. It comes off with little trouble, and it is followed by Dean’s t-shirt.
Dean is breathtaking by moonlight, heartachingly so, and Castiel takes note of a smattering of new scars. He remembers every scar Dean used to have, before Castiel rebuilt his body cell by cell, and he reaches out to map the new ones with his hands, drawn to them the way he has always been drawn to every part of Dean. His hand drifts to the scar he left, his handprint seared into Dean’s shoulder, and he fits his hand to it. He is taken off guard by the flash of rightness, of completeness that lightnings through him. It appears to affect Dean as well, who groans and attacks the buttons on Castiel’s shirt, fumbling with them. After a few moments of that, Dean decides to just rip it open, a decision Castiel can’t find it in himself to protest.
Now they are both shirtless in the back of the Impala, and Castiel reaches out and pulls Dean as close as he can. The movement slides their groins together, and Castiel gasps at the unfamiliar sensation, but instinctively rocks back against Dean, who groans and takes Castiel’s mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.
Castiel feels his Grace reaching for Dean, wanting him as much as his body does, and he lets it touch him, gently, as they move against each other.
“Cas,” Dean pants, “God, what you do to me.”
There’s desperation in his voice, and Castiel would give anything to ease it. He bucks a little harder, even though he doesn’t have any idea what he’s supposed to do.
Dean seems to appreciate his efforts and reciprocates in kind. They rock against each other, and, between the alcohol and the lust, Castiel finds himself getting higher and higher. He wants this so badly, has wanted for so long. It’s better that he could’ve possibly imagined, if he dared to, and it keeps getting better with every kiss, every touch.
And then, it crests. Castiel feels himself lose completely what little control remains to him, and realizes abruptly that this is an orgasm.
He convulses, his Grace pulsing, and lets out a sharp, hoarse cry.
Dean rolls his hips one final time, and follows him over the edge, shaking and groaning out “Cas, Cas,” over and over as they ride out the aftershocks together.
When it’s over, when Dean falls asleep on Castiel’s chest, and Castiel himself is close to sleep, he realizes that he has just lost his virginity to Dean Winchester in the back of the Impala.
It is to sweet dreams that Castiel gives himself up.