Interacting with Humans 101
Title: Interacting with Humans 101
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: beginning of season 6
Warnings: voyeurism, bottom!Dean
Word Count: 4,339
Note: This was written for a prompt over at the Dean/Cas Season 6 Kink Meme. I answered this prompt by sarkywoman, it is not listed here due to length and a spoiler for where this fic goes.
Summary: Out of the blue, Dean starts getting visits from random angels asking him inane questions.
The first time it happened, Dean was alone and just putting away the last of the weapons he'd cleaned. The sound of wings was by no means a cause for alarm and so he didn't look up from his task.
"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted.
"I am not Castiel, Dean Winchester."
The strange male voice already had Dean whirling around and bringing the gun he held up even before the angel had finished speaking. The reaction was automatic and he was loath to lower his Colt even though he knew it wouldn't do anything to the angel that stood a few feet away from him.
"Who the hell are you?"
The man blinked, a frown crossing his face for a moment before he visibly brightened. "I am Huliel of the 126th garrison."
"Uh, okay," Dean replied, slowly lowering the gun when it became apparent that the angel wasn't going to attack or try anything funny.
Heck, he seemed content to just stand there, looking at him in that intense way angels so often did. It made Dean shift slightly in discomfort as he tried to figure out what was going on. His actions seemed to register with the angel and the frown returned.
"I am making you uncomfortable."
"Uh..."
What was he supposed to say to that?
"Am I standing too close? I believe I am more than the prerequisite six inches away from you but this is my first time interacting with a human."
"Huh?"
Prerequisite six inches? What the hell?
"Your personal space, am I invading it?"
"Uh, no, you're far enough away not to be doing that."
"I am glad. Was I staring too long then? To make you feel discomforted?"
"Yeah, you kinda were," Dean began, still completely unable to figure out what was going on here.
"I'm sorry, I shall endeavor to look away more often."
"Okay. Look, not to be rude or anything, but what the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, right! I need your help."
"My help?"
"Which goes better with a bacon cheeseburger, apple pie or cherry pie?"
"What?"
"I need to answer this question to be able to complete this level of my training."
Okay, it was official, Dean was going insane. Well, it was that or he'd fallen asleep and he was having the most bizarre dream ever, though at least it wasn't a true nightmare. Or he'd been hit on the head and was hallucinating. That was always possible and had happened to him before. Dean shuddered at the memory of the pink obsessed Tinkerbelle-like fairies he'd conjured up the last time. This seemed tame in comparison.
"Uh, apple goes better with a bacon cheeseburger."
"Apple, thank you, your help is much appreciated."
And then, in a flutter of wings, he was gone and Dean was left gapping at empty air. That was how his brother found him five minutes later when he returned from the library.
"Dude, your help is much appreciated? He actually said that?" Sam demanded once he'd heard what had happened.
"Wait, that's what you find the most interesting of what happened?"
"No, but you have to admit that doesn't sound like any of the angels we've met before, now does it?"
Well, his brother did have a point there, Dean had to admit. "Okay, but still, what pie goes better with a bacon cheeseburger? What the hell is up with that?"
"How should I know? You were the one who spoke with him."
"Freaking angels."
/
The second time it happened was a week later and four states away. Dean had just started peeing at some godforsaken gas station in the middle of nowhere when he heard the flutter of wings beside him. He looked towards the sound, ready to give Castiel a piece of his mind about his inappropriate timing, only to catch sight of a teenage girl standing but a foot and a half away from him. Even worse, she was staring at him in the apparent manner of angels everywhere.
"Dean Winchester."
"Shit, damnit!" Dean cursed, turning away rapidly so he could put himself away without prying eyes and hopefully prevent himself from traumatizing the vessel should she be aware at the moment.
"I've done something wrong."
"Yes, you've done something wrong!" Dean exclaimed, whirling back to face the angel. "Damnit, what the hell is wrong with you guys? Are you completely incapable of understanding the concepts of privacy and personal space? Seriously!"
The angel's eyes grew wide and she looked down. At first Dean thought it was because he'd hurt her feelings, strange as it was to even consider, but then she quickly disabused him of that notion.
"I am more than the prerequisite six inches away from you and am thus not invading your personal space," she stated confidently.
There was that whole 'prerequisite six inches' bullshit again. Just what the hell was going on here?
"Dude, bathroom!" Dean pointed out, spreading his arms wide to indicate the shitty room with its cracked mirror and chipped porcelain urinals.
"Oh," she said and for a moment Dean thought she got it. "This is one of those facilities you use to relieve yourself at?"
Dean wished he had a jug of holy oil right then, if only to threaten her with it. Maybe it would be a good idea to start carrying one on his person, just in case this was going to become a new trend or something.
"Oh for the love of God!" Dean exclaimed, pleased to catch the slightly horrified widening of her eyes at his blasphemy. "Yes, this is one of those 'facilities'."
Her expression clouded over at his snark and Dean felt a perverse sense of satisfaction at the feat. If they were going to bother him then they had to be willing to put up with his attitude.
"There is no need to be so rude, I am still training."
"Really, still training are you? Well then learn this, your vessel is female and this is the male bathroom. That means you're not allowed in here, so go!"
The angel merely regarded him as if he were a specimen in a zoo performing an interesting trick. It ticked Dean off.
"Dude, I'm serious, you could get me in real trouble."
For whatever reason, that seemed to penetrate as she took a startled step backwards, eyes widening in alarm.
"I am jeopardizing you?"
"Yes!" Dean exclaimed, endlessly relieved when she vanished in a flutter of wings as he really needed to piss.
Sam was never going to believe this.
/
The third time it happened, Sam was with him and Dean was incredibly thankful for that fact as he was starting to get the impression that his brother thought he was making this shit up. They were sharing a quick meal in the motel (and thank God for that as Dean so wouldn't have put it past the angels to just zap into a restaurant if that was where he happened to be- and how the hell did they knew where to find him anyway?) when suddenly there was the flutter of wings and an angel stood in the room with them.
All Dean needed was one look at him to know that it was going to be another of those visits and he groaned, dropping his head onto the table. "Why me?"
"Dean Winchester."
"Present and accounted for."
Ha! That one definitely threw the angel and Dean wondered absently if he could turn this into a game. See how much he could wind the guy up, perhaps even make him lose that damned angelic calm of his. At least the last one had possessed some fire even if she was a colossal dick.
"Dean!" Sam admonished.
"Oh, come on," Dean began.
The rest of what he wanted to say though was abandoned as the angel approached the table, coming to stand right up next to Sam. Dean smirked as he watched his little brother squirm a little at the closeness. Somehow it had always been he who'd taken the brunt of Castiel's inability to respect personal space and, yeah, while that now made sense given the way their relationship had turned out, it was great to watch it happen to Sam. To his brother who had found it frigging hilarious and who'd had no end of amusement with it. That said, however, this angel was not Cas, this angel was an unknown player and he didn't like unknown players standing so close to his little brother.
"Dude, didn't they teach you about the 'prerequisite six inches'?" Dean demanded, thinking that really sounded a lot dirtier that he'd intended it to.
"Yes, of course," the angel looked at the space between them. "I am more than such a distance from you."
"Yeah, well that goes for everyone around you, genius, not just me."
"I do not understand."
Dean closed his eyes, reminding himself of precisely why hitting an angel was a bad idea no matter how much he really wanted to. His hand would not thank him for it if he gave into that particular urge.
"My brother."
"Your broth- oh!" Realization suddenly hit the angel and he turned to look at Sam for the first time since entering the room, seemingly startled by how close to him he was. "My apologies."
The wording brought Dean up short as all the times Castiel had said those exact same two words to him in almost the same tone flashed across his mind. Perhaps this wasn't really an unknown entity, perhaps this was one of his lover's angels?
"That's okay," Sam replied, frowning slightly. "Can we help you?"
"Yes, I have a question, but is this a bacon cheeseburger?" the angel asked, gesturing at Sam's lunch.
"Hell, no!" Dean exclaimed, offended. "Dude, that's rabbit food! This is a bacon cheeseburger."
"I see. Why is your brother eating rabbit food?"
"It's not rabbit food," Sam protested the same time as Dean's "Because he's a little girl."
Their simultaneous answers seemed to throw the angel for a moment, as if it was something he didn't know how to deal with. The expression on his face was priceless and Dean nearly started laughing aloud, would have if he only knew what was going on here as this was starting to get downright ridiculous.
"Your brother is a girl?"
And just like that, the angel's laser gaze was directed firmly at Sam. Despite Dean's earlier resolve not to laugh, it escaped him anyway at the slightly panicked look on his brother's face as it looked like the angel might decide to take a closer look at any moment just to be sure. He was just opening his mouth to tell the angel in exactly how many ways Sammy was a little girl when his brother caught his gaze and clearly deduced his intentions.
"No! I'm not a girl, I'm a guy. Dean's just being a jerk."
"A jerk?"
"Yes."
The angel blinked, tilting his head (and fuck, that was weird!) before understanding dawned. "Ah, he is showing his affection for you by insulting your masculinity."
Dean choked on the beer he'd just swallowed, coughing and pounding his chest to clear it.
The hell?
Sam was likewise gaping at their unexpected visitor as if he'd grown a second head. Well, if his touchy-feely brother was thrown by this guy, then Dean felt better about his own confusion. Then, suddenly, he was the center of the angel's attention once more. He took a fortifying gulp from his beer.
"Where would one buy lubricant?"
Dean spewed beer all over the angel.
/
The fourth time it happened Dean would have screamed except that it happened in the middle of the night.
While he was asleep.
And there were six of them.
Dean just suddenly jolted into full awareness like he did whenever his sleeping mind sensed that something wasn't right. His hand slid further under the pillow as he became aware of the hushed murmurs, but then he froze as he recognized two of the voices. Slowly, not quite believing his ears, he turned around and, sure enough, there stood two of the angels who'd dropped in before along with four others he didn't recognize. They all stood at the end of his bed, watching him attentively, quiet now that he'd revealed he was awake.
And just what the hell?
A quick glance at Sam's bed showed him that his brother was still fast asleep, snoring lightly with his long limbs splayed all over the bed. He'd just opened his mouth to wake Sam, because seriously this was starting to get downright creepy now, when there was the flutter of wings.
"Sam won't wake, Dean, I have ensured that he is deeply asleep for this."
Dean's head snapped around to look at his lover who'd appeared not far from the other six angels. The relief he felt was nearly palpable, he could let Castiel deal with this, whatever it was, before it got any worse. But then a small frown crossed his face at the way his angel didn't so much as glance and his brothers and sisters, as if he already knew that they were there and why. A sneaking suspicion started to form in the back of his mind and he didn't like it, not in the least.
"Cas, what the hell is going on here?"
"They are completing the new training regimen I have implemented on how to interact with humans."
"New training regimen? Are you serious?"
"Of course, it is why I have sent some of them to you before, so they could practice what they had learned."
"You sent them? Dude, one of them appeared in the restroom with me, while I was peeing!"
"Yes, I apologize for that, she should have known better then to appear while you thus occupied. She has been sent back for more basic training and observation, thank you for chastising her appropriately."
"Observation?"
Dean almost wished he hadn't asked as he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wouldn't like the answer to this particular question. Not that he'd particularly liked any of the previous answers, but this one felt worse.
"Yes, I have had them watching you while you hunt and interact with other humans as I have found that is the best manner of teaching them. Through observation."
"Through observation?" Dean repeated, caught between shock and outrage. "Are you kidding me?"
"No," Castiel replied, suddenly right beside him on the bed, making him jump from the unexpectedness of it.
"Damnit, Cas!"
Whatever else Dean was going to say was cut off as the angel pulled him into a hungry, heated kiss. He melted instantly, his mouth opening at the first brush of Castiel's tongue and a moan escaped from deep within him. He was a bit annoyed at himself for responding so quickly despite his anger at the angel's actions, but what could he say? He'd always loved sex and sex with Cas was simply mind-blowing. His own tongue quickly rose to the challenge, putting up a fight for dominance before letting the angel win. It had been a while since they'd done this and he just wanted Cas in him, his hole clenching in anticipation of finally being filled again. But first...
"Send them away, Cas," Dean instructed, breathing hard and fast already as he felt the first stirrings of arousal deep within him. "Want you."
"I can't, that would ruin tonight's lesson," Castiel replied, continuing to lick, nip and suck his way along Dean's jaw and throat.
"Wha- what... lesson?"
It was becoming harder to think, as it always did when Castiel turned his attentions towards sex. He moaned again and felt himself hardening as a hand slid down his naked chest, fingers catching his nipples on the way. Dimly he was aware of the flimsy sheet being pulled away, but he was far too focused on the hickey Cas was sucking at the base of his throat to really think about it.
"How to," a soothing lick, "pleasure a mortal."
Dean's eyes snapped open (and when exactly had he closed them?) as the meaning of the words sank in and that was when he realized just how fully exposed he was. Due to the heat, he'd gone to bed in nothing but a pair of boxers and those were tented now and stained with the first of his precum, leaving little to the imagination as his hips jerked fractionally as the need built within him. Automatically he reached for the sheet to cover himself once more, but Cas' hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, lightly but firmly pushing it back down into the mattress.
"No."
"Cas," Dean protested, eyes darting to the watching angels.
"Shh, trust me," Castiel soothed, stroking his flank. "You forget that I know you, Dean, that I've held your soul, you have no secrets from me. I know what you want; what you dream and fantasize about."
The word fantasize made Dean's mouth go dry as he suddenly knew exactly where this was going and he couldn't help it; he mewled.
"That's right, Dean," Castiel whispered directly into his ear, biting gently on the earlobe. "Tonight you get to find out exactly what it's like to be taken in front of others who all wish they could take my place; to be the one to touch you and to have you," the angel had one hand on his boxers, slowly pulling them down. "Tonight you get to find out what it feels like to be the one that everyone wants."
The words nearly had him coming right then and there, untouched, like an overexcited teenager and as it was, Dean bucked up against the angel leaning over him and was unable to prevent the embarrassing noises that fell from his lips. He was so distracted that it took him a few seconds to realize that Castiel had stripped him, leaving him completely bare before the other angels. A quick glance to the foot of the bed showed that they were all still there, watching him intently and cataloguing everything, making him groan.
Castiel took advantage of the situation immediately to claim his lips in another bruising kiss and slip his tongue inside as one of his hands trailed up Dean's thigh, coming teasingly close to his weeping cock but not actually touching it. The fact that Dean could feel the fabric of Castiel's clothes trailing along his skin as he bucked and writhed against the angel, reminding him that he was the only one naked and vulnerable here, only served to turn him on even more.
"Cas, please!"
"Yes, Dean, what do you want?"
"Cas."
"You have to tell me what you want, Dean."
"Anything, everything, just... please. Fuck me."
"Of course."
Castiel was suddenly gone from above him but, before Dean could protest, he was being pulled backwards. His angel had moved up the bed to lean back against the headboard and he now pulled him up against him. Dean was now leaning back onto Cas' chest, the fabric of his shirt tickling the bare skin of his back, but he didn't care as the angel ran his hands down his flanks. He fisted his hands into the bed sheets on either side of Castiel's hips as the angel's sock clad feet hooked around his ankles and pulled them apart, spreading his legs wide and exposing him completely to the other angels.
Dean mewled and would have protested but then Castiel's palm was cupping his face and turning his head so the angel could claim his mouth in another searing kiss. By the end of it, he was panting for breath and helpless to do anything but respond to the pleasure Cas was expertly wringing from his writhing body.
"What is that?" it was the male angel who'd appeared the first time.
"Lubricant," Castiel replied. "It is to ease the passa-"
The rest of his angel's words were lost to Dean as a slicked finger was suddenly at his entrance, slowly circling it before starting to push in. It had been a while since they'd done this, one thing or another always coming up, and so the single finger burned more than it had in a long time, but he loved the pain/pleasure of it. More embarrassing, and hopefully encouraging, noises escaped him and he let his head fall back onto Cas' shoulder, exposing his throat to the angel's lips and teeth which Castiel instantly took advantage of.
His eyes were half lidded, but it was enough for Dean to see the other angels standing there, watching them intently. To be the focus of just one angel was bad enough, but to have seven of them completely concentrating on him? He groaned helplessly, something deep within him healing at the longing he could detect in the depths of more than one pair of angelic eyes. He'd been left so often in his life, he still had a hard time believing that someone, anyone, could truly want him. To see otherwise was stunning.
Castiel's hand briefly brushed his cock before moving on and Dean made a noise of protest only to shushed by the angel. Then the fingers were caressing his face before slowly trailing down his throat to his chest. He was so focused on Cas' hands and where they were, toying with and opening him, that it took him some time to realize that the angel had started talking again.
"- are called nipples, they are very sensi-"
A deliberate pinching of said nipples had Dean arching forwards again, not even caring what he looked like right now, writhing and moaning against Cas, impaled on his finger and completely exposed to the six angels learning about humans and how to pleasure them. Then the hand was trailing down over his chest and quivering stomach muscles.
"- like to be touched, kissed, licked or softly bitten-"
A second finger was added and Dean moaned, clenching down on them in anticipation of what was to come as much as to tease Castiel. The other hand, currently tracing the soft skin of his inner thigh clamped down hard and he knew he'd have bruises there. He didn't care in the slightest.
"- is the cock. You can do many thi-"
Dean whined, he couldn't even deny it himself, the sound he let out was definitely a whine, as Castiel found his prostate the exact same moment he grasped his cock tightly. A third finger was added and he was keening and begging Cas to just fuck him already. A kiss was placed on his jaw before both hands left him, causing him to mewl until they grasped his hips and he felt the angel's cock at his entrance, steadily pushing in past his loosened muscles.
While he was gentle, Castiel was in no way taking things slow, sheathing himself to the hilt with no real pause and Dean cried out in pleasure at the treatment. He was always asking his angel to go faster and harder and Cas had finally learned that he wouldn't break with a little rough treatment. Now Castiel hardly waited for him to adjust before pulling back out nearly all the way so he could thrust forwards, setting a fast and steady pace that had him nearly senseless with pleasure. As soon as he figured out the rhythm, he started moving his own hips in time with the angel's and Castiel's hands started running over his sweat slicked body once more.
Dean reached out blindly behind his lover for the wings he couldn't see but knew came out during sex. Finally his fingers brushed soft feathers and he grasped them, stroking and pulling on the wings, vaguely aware of soft murmurs but they were lost as Castiel's hips jerked in response to his ministrations, slamming into him harder than before and he cried out, arching in pleasure. The murmurs increased in volume and he briefly remembered the other angels, but the thought was quickly washed away as Cas reached around to grasp hold of his cock and started pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Then he felt Castiel's other hand slot into place over the angel's mark on his shoulder and ecstasy shot through him and he came so hard he blacked out.
When Dean slowly came too, he was so sated, so languid and content, that he just allowed himself to drift on the fantastic post orgasmic haze, cradled in one of his lover's wings as a possessive hand stroked his flank. Dimly he was aware of the voices talking in soft murmurs around his bed and he had a vague memory of angels, but he was far too warm and sated to care. Cas would wake him if he was needed, so he let himself doze.
"... beautiful... freckles..."
"Is it normal..."
"... all humans so responsive?"
The hand left his side and Dean made a small noise of protest but then all but started purring as it returned to stroke his face. He nuzzled into the touch, rubbing his face on Cas' soft feathers beneath him in the process.
"No, Dean's particularly sensitive to my touch... our bond," Castiel stated.
His angel's voice only made Dean drift deeper, the sound soothing as it had long since become associated with safety in his mind. He buried himself deeper into the warmth at his side and the voices faded to a steady murmur in the background.
A while later there was the flutter of wings, much louder than usual, and then there were lips on his forehead, kissing him gently. The soft brush of lips was followed by a soft nip at his ear and a whispered promise as a second wing closed around him.
"Mine."
Absently Dean wondered if this scenario would repeat itself when the next set of angels was ready for this particular lesson. He found himself hoping that it did.
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: beginning of season 6
Warnings: voyeurism, bottom!Dean
Word Count: 4,339
Note: This was written for a prompt over at the Dean/Cas Season 6 Kink Meme. I answered this prompt by sarkywoman, it is not listed here due to length and a spoiler for where this fic goes.
Summary: Out of the blue, Dean starts getting visits from random angels asking him inane questions.
The first time it happened, Dean was alone and just putting away the last of the weapons he'd cleaned. The sound of wings was by no means a cause for alarm and so he didn't look up from his task.
"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted.
"I am not Castiel, Dean Winchester."
The strange male voice already had Dean whirling around and bringing the gun he held up even before the angel had finished speaking. The reaction was automatic and he was loath to lower his Colt even though he knew it wouldn't do anything to the angel that stood a few feet away from him.
"Who the hell are you?"
The man blinked, a frown crossing his face for a moment before he visibly brightened. "I am Huliel of the 126th garrison."
"Uh, okay," Dean replied, slowly lowering the gun when it became apparent that the angel wasn't going to attack or try anything funny.
Heck, he seemed content to just stand there, looking at him in that intense way angels so often did. It made Dean shift slightly in discomfort as he tried to figure out what was going on. His actions seemed to register with the angel and the frown returned.
"I am making you uncomfortable."
"Uh..."
What was he supposed to say to that?
"Am I standing too close? I believe I am more than the prerequisite six inches away from you but this is my first time interacting with a human."
"Huh?"
Prerequisite six inches? What the hell?
"Your personal space, am I invading it?"
"Uh, no, you're far enough away not to be doing that."
"I am glad. Was I staring too long then? To make you feel discomforted?"
"Yeah, you kinda were," Dean began, still completely unable to figure out what was going on here.
"I'm sorry, I shall endeavor to look away more often."
"Okay. Look, not to be rude or anything, but what the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, right! I need your help."
"My help?"
"Which goes better with a bacon cheeseburger, apple pie or cherry pie?"
"What?"
"I need to answer this question to be able to complete this level of my training."
Okay, it was official, Dean was going insane. Well, it was that or he'd fallen asleep and he was having the most bizarre dream ever, though at least it wasn't a true nightmare. Or he'd been hit on the head and was hallucinating. That was always possible and had happened to him before. Dean shuddered at the memory of the pink obsessed Tinkerbelle-like fairies he'd conjured up the last time. This seemed tame in comparison.
"Uh, apple goes better with a bacon cheeseburger."
"Apple, thank you, your help is much appreciated."
And then, in a flutter of wings, he was gone and Dean was left gapping at empty air. That was how his brother found him five minutes later when he returned from the library.
"Dude, your help is much appreciated? He actually said that?" Sam demanded once he'd heard what had happened.
"Wait, that's what you find the most interesting of what happened?"
"No, but you have to admit that doesn't sound like any of the angels we've met before, now does it?"
Well, his brother did have a point there, Dean had to admit. "Okay, but still, what pie goes better with a bacon cheeseburger? What the hell is up with that?"
"How should I know? You were the one who spoke with him."
"Freaking angels."
/
The second time it happened was a week later and four states away. Dean had just started peeing at some godforsaken gas station in the middle of nowhere when he heard the flutter of wings beside him. He looked towards the sound, ready to give Castiel a piece of his mind about his inappropriate timing, only to catch sight of a teenage girl standing but a foot and a half away from him. Even worse, she was staring at him in the apparent manner of angels everywhere.
"Dean Winchester."
"Shit, damnit!" Dean cursed, turning away rapidly so he could put himself away without prying eyes and hopefully prevent himself from traumatizing the vessel should she be aware at the moment.
"I've done something wrong."
"Yes, you've done something wrong!" Dean exclaimed, whirling back to face the angel. "Damnit, what the hell is wrong with you guys? Are you completely incapable of understanding the concepts of privacy and personal space? Seriously!"
The angel's eyes grew wide and she looked down. At first Dean thought it was because he'd hurt her feelings, strange as it was to even consider, but then she quickly disabused him of that notion.
"I am more than the prerequisite six inches away from you and am thus not invading your personal space," she stated confidently.
There was that whole 'prerequisite six inches' bullshit again. Just what the hell was going on here?
"Dude, bathroom!" Dean pointed out, spreading his arms wide to indicate the shitty room with its cracked mirror and chipped porcelain urinals.
"Oh," she said and for a moment Dean thought she got it. "This is one of those facilities you use to relieve yourself at?"
Dean wished he had a jug of holy oil right then, if only to threaten her with it. Maybe it would be a good idea to start carrying one on his person, just in case this was going to become a new trend or something.
"Oh for the love of God!" Dean exclaimed, pleased to catch the slightly horrified widening of her eyes at his blasphemy. "Yes, this is one of those 'facilities'."
Her expression clouded over at his snark and Dean felt a perverse sense of satisfaction at the feat. If they were going to bother him then they had to be willing to put up with his attitude.
"There is no need to be so rude, I am still training."
"Really, still training are you? Well then learn this, your vessel is female and this is the male bathroom. That means you're not allowed in here, so go!"
The angel merely regarded him as if he were a specimen in a zoo performing an interesting trick. It ticked Dean off.
"Dude, I'm serious, you could get me in real trouble."
For whatever reason, that seemed to penetrate as she took a startled step backwards, eyes widening in alarm.
"I am jeopardizing you?"
"Yes!" Dean exclaimed, endlessly relieved when she vanished in a flutter of wings as he really needed to piss.
Sam was never going to believe this.
/
The third time it happened, Sam was with him and Dean was incredibly thankful for that fact as he was starting to get the impression that his brother thought he was making this shit up. They were sharing a quick meal in the motel (and thank God for that as Dean so wouldn't have put it past the angels to just zap into a restaurant if that was where he happened to be- and how the hell did they knew where to find him anyway?) when suddenly there was the flutter of wings and an angel stood in the room with them.
All Dean needed was one look at him to know that it was going to be another of those visits and he groaned, dropping his head onto the table. "Why me?"
"Dean Winchester."
"Present and accounted for."
Ha! That one definitely threw the angel and Dean wondered absently if he could turn this into a game. See how much he could wind the guy up, perhaps even make him lose that damned angelic calm of his. At least the last one had possessed some fire even if she was a colossal dick.
"Dean!" Sam admonished.
"Oh, come on," Dean began.
The rest of what he wanted to say though was abandoned as the angel approached the table, coming to stand right up next to Sam. Dean smirked as he watched his little brother squirm a little at the closeness. Somehow it had always been he who'd taken the brunt of Castiel's inability to respect personal space and, yeah, while that now made sense given the way their relationship had turned out, it was great to watch it happen to Sam. To his brother who had found it frigging hilarious and who'd had no end of amusement with it. That said, however, this angel was not Cas, this angel was an unknown player and he didn't like unknown players standing so close to his little brother.
"Dude, didn't they teach you about the 'prerequisite six inches'?" Dean demanded, thinking that really sounded a lot dirtier that he'd intended it to.
"Yes, of course," the angel looked at the space between them. "I am more than such a distance from you."
"Yeah, well that goes for everyone around you, genius, not just me."
"I do not understand."
Dean closed his eyes, reminding himself of precisely why hitting an angel was a bad idea no matter how much he really wanted to. His hand would not thank him for it if he gave into that particular urge.
"My brother."
"Your broth- oh!" Realization suddenly hit the angel and he turned to look at Sam for the first time since entering the room, seemingly startled by how close to him he was. "My apologies."
The wording brought Dean up short as all the times Castiel had said those exact same two words to him in almost the same tone flashed across his mind. Perhaps this wasn't really an unknown entity, perhaps this was one of his lover's angels?
"That's okay," Sam replied, frowning slightly. "Can we help you?"
"Yes, I have a question, but is this a bacon cheeseburger?" the angel asked, gesturing at Sam's lunch.
"Hell, no!" Dean exclaimed, offended. "Dude, that's rabbit food! This is a bacon cheeseburger."
"I see. Why is your brother eating rabbit food?"
"It's not rabbit food," Sam protested the same time as Dean's "Because he's a little girl."
Their simultaneous answers seemed to throw the angel for a moment, as if it was something he didn't know how to deal with. The expression on his face was priceless and Dean nearly started laughing aloud, would have if he only knew what was going on here as this was starting to get downright ridiculous.
"Your brother is a girl?"
And just like that, the angel's laser gaze was directed firmly at Sam. Despite Dean's earlier resolve not to laugh, it escaped him anyway at the slightly panicked look on his brother's face as it looked like the angel might decide to take a closer look at any moment just to be sure. He was just opening his mouth to tell the angel in exactly how many ways Sammy was a little girl when his brother caught his gaze and clearly deduced his intentions.
"No! I'm not a girl, I'm a guy. Dean's just being a jerk."
"A jerk?"
"Yes."
The angel blinked, tilting his head (and fuck, that was weird!) before understanding dawned. "Ah, he is showing his affection for you by insulting your masculinity."
Dean choked on the beer he'd just swallowed, coughing and pounding his chest to clear it.
The hell?
Sam was likewise gaping at their unexpected visitor as if he'd grown a second head. Well, if his touchy-feely brother was thrown by this guy, then Dean felt better about his own confusion. Then, suddenly, he was the center of the angel's attention once more. He took a fortifying gulp from his beer.
"Where would one buy lubricant?"
Dean spewed beer all over the angel.
/
The fourth time it happened Dean would have screamed except that it happened in the middle of the night.
While he was asleep.
And there were six of them.
Dean just suddenly jolted into full awareness like he did whenever his sleeping mind sensed that something wasn't right. His hand slid further under the pillow as he became aware of the hushed murmurs, but then he froze as he recognized two of the voices. Slowly, not quite believing his ears, he turned around and, sure enough, there stood two of the angels who'd dropped in before along with four others he didn't recognize. They all stood at the end of his bed, watching him attentively, quiet now that he'd revealed he was awake.
And just what the hell?
A quick glance at Sam's bed showed him that his brother was still fast asleep, snoring lightly with his long limbs splayed all over the bed. He'd just opened his mouth to wake Sam, because seriously this was starting to get downright creepy now, when there was the flutter of wings.
"Sam won't wake, Dean, I have ensured that he is deeply asleep for this."
Dean's head snapped around to look at his lover who'd appeared not far from the other six angels. The relief he felt was nearly palpable, he could let Castiel deal with this, whatever it was, before it got any worse. But then a small frown crossed his face at the way his angel didn't so much as glance and his brothers and sisters, as if he already knew that they were there and why. A sneaking suspicion started to form in the back of his mind and he didn't like it, not in the least.
"Cas, what the hell is going on here?"
"They are completing the new training regimen I have implemented on how to interact with humans."
"New training regimen? Are you serious?"
"Of course, it is why I have sent some of them to you before, so they could practice what they had learned."
"You sent them? Dude, one of them appeared in the restroom with me, while I was peeing!"
"Yes, I apologize for that, she should have known better then to appear while you thus occupied. She has been sent back for more basic training and observation, thank you for chastising her appropriately."
"Observation?"
Dean almost wished he hadn't asked as he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wouldn't like the answer to this particular question. Not that he'd particularly liked any of the previous answers, but this one felt worse.
"Yes, I have had them watching you while you hunt and interact with other humans as I have found that is the best manner of teaching them. Through observation."
"Through observation?" Dean repeated, caught between shock and outrage. "Are you kidding me?"
"No," Castiel replied, suddenly right beside him on the bed, making him jump from the unexpectedness of it.
"Damnit, Cas!"
Whatever else Dean was going to say was cut off as the angel pulled him into a hungry, heated kiss. He melted instantly, his mouth opening at the first brush of Castiel's tongue and a moan escaped from deep within him. He was a bit annoyed at himself for responding so quickly despite his anger at the angel's actions, but what could he say? He'd always loved sex and sex with Cas was simply mind-blowing. His own tongue quickly rose to the challenge, putting up a fight for dominance before letting the angel win. It had been a while since they'd done this and he just wanted Cas in him, his hole clenching in anticipation of finally being filled again. But first...
"Send them away, Cas," Dean instructed, breathing hard and fast already as he felt the first stirrings of arousal deep within him. "Want you."
"I can't, that would ruin tonight's lesson," Castiel replied, continuing to lick, nip and suck his way along Dean's jaw and throat.
"Wha- what... lesson?"
It was becoming harder to think, as it always did when Castiel turned his attentions towards sex. He moaned again and felt himself hardening as a hand slid down his naked chest, fingers catching his nipples on the way. Dimly he was aware of the flimsy sheet being pulled away, but he was far too focused on the hickey Cas was sucking at the base of his throat to really think about it.
"How to," a soothing lick, "pleasure a mortal."
Dean's eyes snapped open (and when exactly had he closed them?) as the meaning of the words sank in and that was when he realized just how fully exposed he was. Due to the heat, he'd gone to bed in nothing but a pair of boxers and those were tented now and stained with the first of his precum, leaving little to the imagination as his hips jerked fractionally as the need built within him. Automatically he reached for the sheet to cover himself once more, but Cas' hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, lightly but firmly pushing it back down into the mattress.
"No."
"Cas," Dean protested, eyes darting to the watching angels.
"Shh, trust me," Castiel soothed, stroking his flank. "You forget that I know you, Dean, that I've held your soul, you have no secrets from me. I know what you want; what you dream and fantasize about."
The word fantasize made Dean's mouth go dry as he suddenly knew exactly where this was going and he couldn't help it; he mewled.
"That's right, Dean," Castiel whispered directly into his ear, biting gently on the earlobe. "Tonight you get to find out exactly what it's like to be taken in front of others who all wish they could take my place; to be the one to touch you and to have you," the angel had one hand on his boxers, slowly pulling them down. "Tonight you get to find out what it feels like to be the one that everyone wants."
The words nearly had him coming right then and there, untouched, like an overexcited teenager and as it was, Dean bucked up against the angel leaning over him and was unable to prevent the embarrassing noises that fell from his lips. He was so distracted that it took him a few seconds to realize that Castiel had stripped him, leaving him completely bare before the other angels. A quick glance to the foot of the bed showed that they were all still there, watching him intently and cataloguing everything, making him groan.
Castiel took advantage of the situation immediately to claim his lips in another bruising kiss and slip his tongue inside as one of his hands trailed up Dean's thigh, coming teasingly close to his weeping cock but not actually touching it. The fact that Dean could feel the fabric of Castiel's clothes trailing along his skin as he bucked and writhed against the angel, reminding him that he was the only one naked and vulnerable here, only served to turn him on even more.
"Cas, please!"
"Yes, Dean, what do you want?"
"Cas."
"You have to tell me what you want, Dean."
"Anything, everything, just... please. Fuck me."
"Of course."
Castiel was suddenly gone from above him but, before Dean could protest, he was being pulled backwards. His angel had moved up the bed to lean back against the headboard and he now pulled him up against him. Dean was now leaning back onto Cas' chest, the fabric of his shirt tickling the bare skin of his back, but he didn't care as the angel ran his hands down his flanks. He fisted his hands into the bed sheets on either side of Castiel's hips as the angel's sock clad feet hooked around his ankles and pulled them apart, spreading his legs wide and exposing him completely to the other angels.
Dean mewled and would have protested but then Castiel's palm was cupping his face and turning his head so the angel could claim his mouth in another searing kiss. By the end of it, he was panting for breath and helpless to do anything but respond to the pleasure Cas was expertly wringing from his writhing body.
"What is that?" it was the male angel who'd appeared the first time.
"Lubricant," Castiel replied. "It is to ease the passa-"
The rest of his angel's words were lost to Dean as a slicked finger was suddenly at his entrance, slowly circling it before starting to push in. It had been a while since they'd done this, one thing or another always coming up, and so the single finger burned more than it had in a long time, but he loved the pain/pleasure of it. More embarrassing, and hopefully encouraging, noises escaped him and he let his head fall back onto Cas' shoulder, exposing his throat to the angel's lips and teeth which Castiel instantly took advantage of.
His eyes were half lidded, but it was enough for Dean to see the other angels standing there, watching them intently. To be the focus of just one angel was bad enough, but to have seven of them completely concentrating on him? He groaned helplessly, something deep within him healing at the longing he could detect in the depths of more than one pair of angelic eyes. He'd been left so often in his life, he still had a hard time believing that someone, anyone, could truly want him. To see otherwise was stunning.
Castiel's hand briefly brushed his cock before moving on and Dean made a noise of protest only to shushed by the angel. Then the fingers were caressing his face before slowly trailing down his throat to his chest. He was so focused on Cas' hands and where they were, toying with and opening him, that it took him some time to realize that the angel had started talking again.
"- are called nipples, they are very sensi-"
A deliberate pinching of said nipples had Dean arching forwards again, not even caring what he looked like right now, writhing and moaning against Cas, impaled on his finger and completely exposed to the six angels learning about humans and how to pleasure them. Then the hand was trailing down over his chest and quivering stomach muscles.
"- like to be touched, kissed, licked or softly bitten-"
A second finger was added and Dean moaned, clenching down on them in anticipation of what was to come as much as to tease Castiel. The other hand, currently tracing the soft skin of his inner thigh clamped down hard and he knew he'd have bruises there. He didn't care in the slightest.
"- is the cock. You can do many thi-"
Dean whined, he couldn't even deny it himself, the sound he let out was definitely a whine, as Castiel found his prostate the exact same moment he grasped his cock tightly. A third finger was added and he was keening and begging Cas to just fuck him already. A kiss was placed on his jaw before both hands left him, causing him to mewl until they grasped his hips and he felt the angel's cock at his entrance, steadily pushing in past his loosened muscles.
While he was gentle, Castiel was in no way taking things slow, sheathing himself to the hilt with no real pause and Dean cried out in pleasure at the treatment. He was always asking his angel to go faster and harder and Cas had finally learned that he wouldn't break with a little rough treatment. Now Castiel hardly waited for him to adjust before pulling back out nearly all the way so he could thrust forwards, setting a fast and steady pace that had him nearly senseless with pleasure. As soon as he figured out the rhythm, he started moving his own hips in time with the angel's and Castiel's hands started running over his sweat slicked body once more.
Dean reached out blindly behind his lover for the wings he couldn't see but knew came out during sex. Finally his fingers brushed soft feathers and he grasped them, stroking and pulling on the wings, vaguely aware of soft murmurs but they were lost as Castiel's hips jerked in response to his ministrations, slamming into him harder than before and he cried out, arching in pleasure. The murmurs increased in volume and he briefly remembered the other angels, but the thought was quickly washed away as Cas reached around to grasp hold of his cock and started pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Then he felt Castiel's other hand slot into place over the angel's mark on his shoulder and ecstasy shot through him and he came so hard he blacked out.
When Dean slowly came too, he was so sated, so languid and content, that he just allowed himself to drift on the fantastic post orgasmic haze, cradled in one of his lover's wings as a possessive hand stroked his flank. Dimly he was aware of the voices talking in soft murmurs around his bed and he had a vague memory of angels, but he was far too warm and sated to care. Cas would wake him if he was needed, so he let himself doze.
"... beautiful... freckles..."
"Is it normal..."
"... all humans so responsive?"
The hand left his side and Dean made a small noise of protest but then all but started purring as it returned to stroke his face. He nuzzled into the touch, rubbing his face on Cas' soft feathers beneath him in the process.
"No, Dean's particularly sensitive to my touch... our bond," Castiel stated.
His angel's voice only made Dean drift deeper, the sound soothing as it had long since become associated with safety in his mind. He buried himself deeper into the warmth at his side and the voices faded to a steady murmur in the background.
A while later there was the flutter of wings, much louder than usual, and then there were lips on his forehead, kissing him gently. The soft brush of lips was followed by a soft nip at his ear and a whispered promise as a second wing closed around him.
"Mine."
Absently Dean wondered if this scenario would repeat itself when the next set of angels was ready for this particular lesson. He found himself hoping that it did.