Unexpected Destinies Chapter 79
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing
Word Count: 2,602
Summary: Castiel takes care of his mate.
PAST
"Little One?" Castiel questioned, startled.
The moniker drew an unexpected surge of jealousy and possessiveness from Castiel and he tightened his hold on his mate though he was careful not to exert any of his true strength for fear of hurting Dean.
"It's his nickname for me, one he insists on using," Dean explained, frowning at him though not protesting his hold.
"You do not like it?" Castiel asked.
"He calls me Mike or occasionally Mikey despite my protestations," Michael pointed out.
"Yeah, I really don't have a leg to stand on with this one," Dean admitted with a shrug.
His mate's relatively easy acceptance of the situation soothed Castiel a bit, though the initial slight he'd felt hadn't faded entirely. Dean's penchant for giving people monikers and now Michael's christening of his mate with one had made him wonder if he'd been remiss in not giving his hunter one himself. Dean's apparent dislike of this one even if he was willing to accept it eased that fear though. It did remind him strangely of Dean and Sam's old habit of calling each other names and made him wonder if his mate saw Michael's insistence on calling him Little One like his brother's teasing. It served to further dampen his initial reaction, but now he was wondering if he should give Dean a moniker of his own. The only problem was that he had never been particularly creative and his hunter's favorite method for devising monikers didn't seem to apply to Dean's name as it was already only one syllable.
"Are you feeling entirely better now?" Raphael demanded. "No lingering side effects?"
"No, thank you," Dean replied.
Castiel smiled at the relatively easy interaction between the two. It pleased him to see that both Dean and Raphael could put their differences aside to work together when needed and that there clearly was a limit to their animosity. It would be best, of course, if they could always work together well, but he didn't think that was likely so he took what he could get.
"Then I shall take Michael to Heaven to continue his healing," Raphael stated.
"Very well," Castiel replied.
Once he might have felt threatened at letting the two archangels go there, let alone without him, but now Castiel knew better. Both had been home with and without him before to no ill effect. Neither of them had made any attempt to take over control of Heaven from him and had even gone out of their way to make it clear that they expected him to handle things when they'd been approached by other angels. Xarael had, naturally, come straight to him as they'd been working so closely together for all of these past few months, but some of the others hadn't quite known who to approach.
"Let me know if you need anything," Castiel replied.
With a nod, Raphael vanished with Michael. Castiel managed to wait a second before he couldn't resist and he was kissing his mate. Dean responded instantly and before he knew it, he'd already banished their clothes and had shifted them so that his hunter was beneath him. The memory of how Dean had wanted control the last time he'd been Michael's vessel had him slowing, giving his mate every chance to alter their current positions, but Dean didn't take it. If anything, his mate was clinging to him and he seemed to be almost shaking.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, pulling back enough to see his mate's face clearly.
"Adrenaline. Michael kept everything calm before, but just the thought of what happened is enough for me to react to it now apparently."
The memory had Castiel's heart pounding in fear once more but he didn't try to cut himself off from his vessel as it meant distancing himself from Dean and instead he pulled his mate closer by bringing his wings up through the bed even as he pressed himself down more firmly. The result was that they were touching from their lips all the way down to their entangled legs with his wings cradling his mate. His original desire to restrain Dean rapidly died at how strongly his hunter was still clutching him and instead he gentled his touches, seeking to both calm and reassure.
Almost inevitably, Castiel found his kisses trailing down Dean's throat to his chest. Apparently his mate wasn't the only one in need of reassurance. Instead of trying to pretend otherwise, he lavished the area with attention when he reached it. The behavior made his mate's breath hitch but no protests were forthcoming and so he continued, trying to drive the memory of the horrible wound from his mind. It was at times like this that angelic perfect memory was more of a cruse than a blessing, but he did his best anyway.
The enticing noises that Dean made were the same as normal and so it wasn't until Castiel rolled his hips that he discovered that something wasn't right. Pulling back, he glanced down to find his mate only partially hard when normally he would have already been fully erect and leaking by this point. He looked up to see if he was doing something wrong only to find Dean averting his eyes in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Cas, I don't know what's wrong, maybe it's-"
Castiel surged up to claim his mate's lips in a fierce kiss, not wanting to hear any of the self-deprecating words Dean had no doubt intended to say for the natural reaction to the trauma he'd just experienced. He reached down to grasp his mate and started stroking him. He eagerly swallowed the delicious little sounds Dean made that clearly indicated that his mate was enjoying the attention which was all he needed to know. When he pulled back, he nipped twice at the disobedient lips when his human tried to continue his excuses.
"Shh," Castiel commanded before he slithered down Dean's body.
Not really giving his mate a chance to respond, Castiel swallowed his cock down to the root in one go. Dean cried out as his back arched and he hummed in satisfaction as he felt his mate's cock harden further. He brought his inner right wing around to brush against Dean's nipples and then groaned himself as his mate's hands sunk into it, tugging gently at the feathers. The wonderful sensations made him want to bury himself within Dean right away, but while he began preparing his mate with the oil from his glands, he kept sucking and swallowing around the cock in his mouth, patiently working it to full hardness.
"Shit, Cas!" Dean moaned, writhing helplessly. "S'okay, you don't have to- I mean you can just- Shit! Cas, you can just fuck me."
He could and his mate would enjoy it, but Castiel wanted Dean to orgasm as well. It didn't seem right if he was the only one 'getting off' as his hunter called it. They'd both come or not at all. He ran his tongue along the underside of Dean's cock and then teased the bundle of nerves just under the head. His efforts were rewarded by a whine and the sudden burst of precum across his tongue. He sucked his mate down once more and swallowed around the head lodged in his throat before pulling off with a loud pop.
"Cas!" Dean protested, hips jerking. "Please!"
"Patience," Castiel chastised.
He ran his hands up along his mate's hips and sides to his arms. Castiel's earlier possessiveness returned and he forced Dean's arms up as he ran his hands along the insides of his strong biceps, elbows and forearms until he pinned his hunter's wrists together above Dean's head against a bed of his feathers. The mewling and bucking of his mate's hips at the act made him smile in satisfaction. Dean was more then ready for what he had in mind now.
"Yeah, yeah," Dean managed to gasp out. "No need to be so smug ab-"
The kiss turned the rest of his mate's words into a moan. As Castiel had expected, though, Dean didn't give up without a token fight which he quickly tamed with a few thrusts of his hips. That resulted not only in his mate yielding to him, but in Dean's legs falling open, letting him settle between them. With his free hand, he slicked his cock and the thought that he'd be spreading his oil all over the inside of his hunter made him all the more eager to be inside of Dean. Luckily he'd already prepared his mate and knew that he'd be able to take him quickly.
The calm, gentle mood from earlier was gone entirely, but Dean seemed to like this rougher treatment at the moment. Castiel believed his mate had called it life affirming sex once and he was more than happy to oblige. He guided his cock to Dean's slick entrance and began thrusting in as soon as he'd pinned his mate's hips down, preventing Dean from doing anything other than just lying back and enjoying himself. Once he'd sank in completely, he leaned forward to bite at the base of his mate's throat as he allowed Dean to adjust before setting a hard and fast pace.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas," Dean moaned, head rolling back and granting him even more access to his mate's throat.
As before, all of his old marks were gone and Castiel wondered if Michael knew what it was that he was healing when he did it and he wondered why Dean didn't tell him not to. The way his mate clenched around him quickly derailed the thought and he began thrusting harder. At the same time, he brought his inner most wing around again so that it was trapped between their bodies, feathers stroking his mate's cock. Dean cried out in pleasure, writhing beneath him. He moaned himself, both at the delicious pressure on his cock each time his mate clenched down around him, but also at the lovely keening sounds Dean was making and he could rapidly feel his orgasm approaching.
Castiel leaned down and gently bit an earlobe. "Come for me, Dean, come now."
With a near wail, his mate did exactly that, spilling his release all over his wing. It was all that Castiel needed to come himself, releasing his claim deep within Dean against walls already coated with his oil. Wanting to enjoy the post-coital bliss for as long as possible, he merely rearranged the two of them so that he was pressed to his mate's back and Dean was cradled in his left wings before burying his face in his mate's hair and letting himself just feel. Slowly the extreme pleasure faded to a general contentment that he was still more than happy to bask in but which left him more aware. Dean's heart rate had returned to normal, but his breathing indicated that his mate was not actually asleep.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned.
"Hmm?"
The reply ruled out anything being wrong, but still didn't tell him why his mate hadn't allowed himself to drift off for a nap. Before Castiel could ask, Dean reached out for one of his wings. It was as he brought it closer that he realized it was the one covered in his hunter's release which he'd yet had to clear off of it. Curious, he left the drying fluid where it was splattered, the white a stark contract to the ebony feathers.
The first thing Dean did was run his fingers through the mess as if trying to clean it up himself, but Castiel knew that couldn't be his mate's intention. He waited quietly for a bit as Dean seemed to hesitate, but then his hunter ran his fingers through the feathers as if grooming them and thus deliberately spreading his come. His wings shivered as he realized that his mate was purposefully scent marking him and he bit his hunter's shoulder right where it met the neck. Dean hissed but instead of protesting he merely tilted his head, providing him with better access. Instead of taking it, he nuzzled into his mate's hair and kissed Dean behind his ear. The act earned him a mild huff and he smiled, liking how much more pliable and open his mate was like this. There wasn't much that Dean wouldn't let him do in these situations despite his token protests and it always warmed him to think of it. He knew that he still often did things that weren't socially acceptable or generally done, but now they seemed to amuse his mate more than anything else and Dean seemed quite willing to indulge his curiosity. He'd be far more happy about that if he didn't know that it stemmed from a deep-seated need within his hunter to be touched and loved. Regardless of the reason, though, it allowed them both to get what they wanted or needed, so he indulged in these desires whenever he could.
Like now, his soft touches had his mate stretching languidly and relaxing even further into his embrace once Dean finished with his chosen task. Seeing his human move to wipe the remaining semen from his hand onto the sheets, he cleared it with a simple thought. Dean shifted against him until his mate lay on his back and could see him properly. The slightly disgruntled look on his hunter's face made him smile once more.
"I left the smell behind," Castiel reassured.
"Oh, so, uh..." Dean began, glancing back at the wing in question. "You, uh..."
"Yes, Dean, I currently smell as much like you as you do of me. Any other angel would know that I'm taken if they didn't already."
"Oh... that's good then."
It wasn't often that Castiel got to see his hunter ashamed or embarrassed but he should have known that this would be one of those situations. Humans did not place as much emphasis on their sense of smell as angels did and it was already a token of how much Dean had adapted that he'd acted the way he had. His mate's intuitive nature never ceased to amaze him.
Dean seemed to be content to doze where he was despite the fact that Castiel knew that this situation used to leave his mate feeling horribly vulnerable. The trust and honor of the gesture wasn't lost on him as he trailed random feathers over his mate's body. After a while their quiet was interrupted by the rumbling of Dean's stomach and he had to laugh at the groan that drew from his mate.
"What?" Castiel teased. "No desire to eat?"
"'s not that. It was just so nice and warm," Dean replied, stretching. "But I guess I should get up before I really do fall asleep."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Oh, I've already got something stashed in the fridge as I figured I'd be hungry after the last time."
Castiel flew to the small fridge and found a takeaway box stuffed into the small space between overpriced bottles of alcohol and candy bars. Pulling it out, he was startled to find an assortment of vegetables in with the burger and fries. They weren't anything special and actually looked a bit wilted, but he knew how even a short time ago there wouldn't have been any vegetables at all. The other thing he liked about Dean's choice was that it clearly conveyed the expectation that he would be here as the motel room possessed no food heating facilities. Pleased, he flew back to his mate's side, heating the food as he went.
Chapter 80
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing
Word Count: 2,602
Summary: Castiel takes care of his mate.
PAST
"Little One?" Castiel questioned, startled.
The moniker drew an unexpected surge of jealousy and possessiveness from Castiel and he tightened his hold on his mate though he was careful not to exert any of his true strength for fear of hurting Dean.
"It's his nickname for me, one he insists on using," Dean explained, frowning at him though not protesting his hold.
"You do not like it?" Castiel asked.
"He calls me Mike or occasionally Mikey despite my protestations," Michael pointed out.
"Yeah, I really don't have a leg to stand on with this one," Dean admitted with a shrug.
His mate's relatively easy acceptance of the situation soothed Castiel a bit, though the initial slight he'd felt hadn't faded entirely. Dean's penchant for giving people monikers and now Michael's christening of his mate with one had made him wonder if he'd been remiss in not giving his hunter one himself. Dean's apparent dislike of this one even if he was willing to accept it eased that fear though. It did remind him strangely of Dean and Sam's old habit of calling each other names and made him wonder if his mate saw Michael's insistence on calling him Little One like his brother's teasing. It served to further dampen his initial reaction, but now he was wondering if he should give Dean a moniker of his own. The only problem was that he had never been particularly creative and his hunter's favorite method for devising monikers didn't seem to apply to Dean's name as it was already only one syllable.
"Are you feeling entirely better now?" Raphael demanded. "No lingering side effects?"
"No, thank you," Dean replied.
Castiel smiled at the relatively easy interaction between the two. It pleased him to see that both Dean and Raphael could put their differences aside to work together when needed and that there clearly was a limit to their animosity. It would be best, of course, if they could always work together well, but he didn't think that was likely so he took what he could get.
"Then I shall take Michael to Heaven to continue his healing," Raphael stated.
"Very well," Castiel replied.
Once he might have felt threatened at letting the two archangels go there, let alone without him, but now Castiel knew better. Both had been home with and without him before to no ill effect. Neither of them had made any attempt to take over control of Heaven from him and had even gone out of their way to make it clear that they expected him to handle things when they'd been approached by other angels. Xarael had, naturally, come straight to him as they'd been working so closely together for all of these past few months, but some of the others hadn't quite known who to approach.
"Let me know if you need anything," Castiel replied.
With a nod, Raphael vanished with Michael. Castiel managed to wait a second before he couldn't resist and he was kissing his mate. Dean responded instantly and before he knew it, he'd already banished their clothes and had shifted them so that his hunter was beneath him. The memory of how Dean had wanted control the last time he'd been Michael's vessel had him slowing, giving his mate every chance to alter their current positions, but Dean didn't take it. If anything, his mate was clinging to him and he seemed to be almost shaking.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, pulling back enough to see his mate's face clearly.
"Adrenaline. Michael kept everything calm before, but just the thought of what happened is enough for me to react to it now apparently."
The memory had Castiel's heart pounding in fear once more but he didn't try to cut himself off from his vessel as it meant distancing himself from Dean and instead he pulled his mate closer by bringing his wings up through the bed even as he pressed himself down more firmly. The result was that they were touching from their lips all the way down to their entangled legs with his wings cradling his mate. His original desire to restrain Dean rapidly died at how strongly his hunter was still clutching him and instead he gentled his touches, seeking to both calm and reassure.
Almost inevitably, Castiel found his kisses trailing down Dean's throat to his chest. Apparently his mate wasn't the only one in need of reassurance. Instead of trying to pretend otherwise, he lavished the area with attention when he reached it. The behavior made his mate's breath hitch but no protests were forthcoming and so he continued, trying to drive the memory of the horrible wound from his mind. It was at times like this that angelic perfect memory was more of a cruse than a blessing, but he did his best anyway.
The enticing noises that Dean made were the same as normal and so it wasn't until Castiel rolled his hips that he discovered that something wasn't right. Pulling back, he glanced down to find his mate only partially hard when normally he would have already been fully erect and leaking by this point. He looked up to see if he was doing something wrong only to find Dean averting his eyes in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Cas, I don't know what's wrong, maybe it's-"
Castiel surged up to claim his mate's lips in a fierce kiss, not wanting to hear any of the self-deprecating words Dean had no doubt intended to say for the natural reaction to the trauma he'd just experienced. He reached down to grasp his mate and started stroking him. He eagerly swallowed the delicious little sounds Dean made that clearly indicated that his mate was enjoying the attention which was all he needed to know. When he pulled back, he nipped twice at the disobedient lips when his human tried to continue his excuses.
"Shh," Castiel commanded before he slithered down Dean's body.
Not really giving his mate a chance to respond, Castiel swallowed his cock down to the root in one go. Dean cried out as his back arched and he hummed in satisfaction as he felt his mate's cock harden further. He brought his inner right wing around to brush against Dean's nipples and then groaned himself as his mate's hands sunk into it, tugging gently at the feathers. The wonderful sensations made him want to bury himself within Dean right away, but while he began preparing his mate with the oil from his glands, he kept sucking and swallowing around the cock in his mouth, patiently working it to full hardness.
"Shit, Cas!" Dean moaned, writhing helplessly. "S'okay, you don't have to- I mean you can just- Shit! Cas, you can just fuck me."
He could and his mate would enjoy it, but Castiel wanted Dean to orgasm as well. It didn't seem right if he was the only one 'getting off' as his hunter called it. They'd both come or not at all. He ran his tongue along the underside of Dean's cock and then teased the bundle of nerves just under the head. His efforts were rewarded by a whine and the sudden burst of precum across his tongue. He sucked his mate down once more and swallowed around the head lodged in his throat before pulling off with a loud pop.
"Cas!" Dean protested, hips jerking. "Please!"
"Patience," Castiel chastised.
He ran his hands up along his mate's hips and sides to his arms. Castiel's earlier possessiveness returned and he forced Dean's arms up as he ran his hands along the insides of his strong biceps, elbows and forearms until he pinned his hunter's wrists together above Dean's head against a bed of his feathers. The mewling and bucking of his mate's hips at the act made him smile in satisfaction. Dean was more then ready for what he had in mind now.
"Yeah, yeah," Dean managed to gasp out. "No need to be so smug ab-"
The kiss turned the rest of his mate's words into a moan. As Castiel had expected, though, Dean didn't give up without a token fight which he quickly tamed with a few thrusts of his hips. That resulted not only in his mate yielding to him, but in Dean's legs falling open, letting him settle between them. With his free hand, he slicked his cock and the thought that he'd be spreading his oil all over the inside of his hunter made him all the more eager to be inside of Dean. Luckily he'd already prepared his mate and knew that he'd be able to take him quickly.
The calm, gentle mood from earlier was gone entirely, but Dean seemed to like this rougher treatment at the moment. Castiel believed his mate had called it life affirming sex once and he was more than happy to oblige. He guided his cock to Dean's slick entrance and began thrusting in as soon as he'd pinned his mate's hips down, preventing Dean from doing anything other than just lying back and enjoying himself. Once he'd sank in completely, he leaned forward to bite at the base of his mate's throat as he allowed Dean to adjust before setting a hard and fast pace.
"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas," Dean moaned, head rolling back and granting him even more access to his mate's throat.
As before, all of his old marks were gone and Castiel wondered if Michael knew what it was that he was healing when he did it and he wondered why Dean didn't tell him not to. The way his mate clenched around him quickly derailed the thought and he began thrusting harder. At the same time, he brought his inner most wing around again so that it was trapped between their bodies, feathers stroking his mate's cock. Dean cried out in pleasure, writhing beneath him. He moaned himself, both at the delicious pressure on his cock each time his mate clenched down around him, but also at the lovely keening sounds Dean was making and he could rapidly feel his orgasm approaching.
Castiel leaned down and gently bit an earlobe. "Come for me, Dean, come now."
With a near wail, his mate did exactly that, spilling his release all over his wing. It was all that Castiel needed to come himself, releasing his claim deep within Dean against walls already coated with his oil. Wanting to enjoy the post-coital bliss for as long as possible, he merely rearranged the two of them so that he was pressed to his mate's back and Dean was cradled in his left wings before burying his face in his mate's hair and letting himself just feel. Slowly the extreme pleasure faded to a general contentment that he was still more than happy to bask in but which left him more aware. Dean's heart rate had returned to normal, but his breathing indicated that his mate was not actually asleep.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned.
"Hmm?"
The reply ruled out anything being wrong, but still didn't tell him why his mate hadn't allowed himself to drift off for a nap. Before Castiel could ask, Dean reached out for one of his wings. It was as he brought it closer that he realized it was the one covered in his hunter's release which he'd yet had to clear off of it. Curious, he left the drying fluid where it was splattered, the white a stark contract to the ebony feathers.
The first thing Dean did was run his fingers through the mess as if trying to clean it up himself, but Castiel knew that couldn't be his mate's intention. He waited quietly for a bit as Dean seemed to hesitate, but then his hunter ran his fingers through the feathers as if grooming them and thus deliberately spreading his come. His wings shivered as he realized that his mate was purposefully scent marking him and he bit his hunter's shoulder right where it met the neck. Dean hissed but instead of protesting he merely tilted his head, providing him with better access. Instead of taking it, he nuzzled into his mate's hair and kissed Dean behind his ear. The act earned him a mild huff and he smiled, liking how much more pliable and open his mate was like this. There wasn't much that Dean wouldn't let him do in these situations despite his token protests and it always warmed him to think of it. He knew that he still often did things that weren't socially acceptable or generally done, but now they seemed to amuse his mate more than anything else and Dean seemed quite willing to indulge his curiosity. He'd be far more happy about that if he didn't know that it stemmed from a deep-seated need within his hunter to be touched and loved. Regardless of the reason, though, it allowed them both to get what they wanted or needed, so he indulged in these desires whenever he could.
Like now, his soft touches had his mate stretching languidly and relaxing even further into his embrace once Dean finished with his chosen task. Seeing his human move to wipe the remaining semen from his hand onto the sheets, he cleared it with a simple thought. Dean shifted against him until his mate lay on his back and could see him properly. The slightly disgruntled look on his hunter's face made him smile once more.
"I left the smell behind," Castiel reassured.
"Oh, so, uh..." Dean began, glancing back at the wing in question. "You, uh..."
"Yes, Dean, I currently smell as much like you as you do of me. Any other angel would know that I'm taken if they didn't already."
"Oh... that's good then."
It wasn't often that Castiel got to see his hunter ashamed or embarrassed but he should have known that this would be one of those situations. Humans did not place as much emphasis on their sense of smell as angels did and it was already a token of how much Dean had adapted that he'd acted the way he had. His mate's intuitive nature never ceased to amaze him.
Dean seemed to be content to doze where he was despite the fact that Castiel knew that this situation used to leave his mate feeling horribly vulnerable. The trust and honor of the gesture wasn't lost on him as he trailed random feathers over his mate's body. After a while their quiet was interrupted by the rumbling of Dean's stomach and he had to laugh at the groan that drew from his mate.
"What?" Castiel teased. "No desire to eat?"
"'s not that. It was just so nice and warm," Dean replied, stretching. "But I guess I should get up before I really do fall asleep."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Oh, I've already got something stashed in the fridge as I figured I'd be hungry after the last time."
Castiel flew to the small fridge and found a takeaway box stuffed into the small space between overpriced bottles of alcohol and candy bars. Pulling it out, he was startled to find an assortment of vegetables in with the burger and fries. They weren't anything special and actually looked a bit wilted, but he knew how even a short time ago there wouldn't have been any vegetables at all. The other thing he liked about Dean's choice was that it clearly conveyed the expectation that he would be here as the motel room possessed no food heating facilities. Pleased, he flew back to his mate's side, heating the food as he went.
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