Unexpected Destinies Chapter 193
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, bare backing, Grace!sex, orgasm denial
Word Count: 3,208
Summary: Raphael learns new things about his bond brother that he loves and can't resist teasing Dean about.
PRESENT
The entry of a demon into any part of Heaven was always felt by all angels, so Raphael had known it the moment that Michael had brought the demon to one of the old correctional facilities. They'd been abandoned after Castiel's reorganization of Heaven and therefore Michael had taken to using them for holding the demons that his brother worked on. He'd flown right over after finishing the inspection he'd been performing, thinking that Michael might be attempting to purify another demon.
What Raphael had learned upon arrival, however, had infuriated him and he'd gladly helped his brother break down all of the demon's resistance so that they could know exactly what it knew about the extent of the information leak regarding Dean. Thankfully it turned out that no one had informed Lucifer of what they were doing and Malachi had learned of the existence of the Braedens via a little known contact that was less inclined to deal with demons but had owed Malachi a favor from the last time the demon had been on Earth. Regardless of the likelihood of a repeat offence, he'd tracked the contact down and taken delight in smiting it. The fact that it had been preying on human children had merely heightened his satisfaction at carrying out his duty to his bond brother.
Whether Dean would have approved of all of the methods that he and Michael had used to ensure that they had everything that the demon knew, Raphael wasn't entirely sure, but he doubted that his bond brother could argue with the results. He knew well how fiercely Dean cared for and protected his family or those he considered as such and Michael had said that their bond brother's affection for the boy that had been threatened ran deep.
Both the demon and its source taken care of, Michael and Raphael few to the Campbell compound to inform their bond brother of what they'd learned and done. It wasn't until they arrived, however, that Raphael realized that they'd failed to take into account what time it was as Dean was still in bed with Castiel, fast asleep while their brother communicated with Heaven. The sight startled him for a moment as he wasn't used to seeing his bond brother so still and at first glance it was also eerily reminiscent of the countless dead humans that he'd seen since his creation. A second glance, however, quickly dispelled that disturbing notion.
Unlike most of the bodies that Raphael had seen, his bond brother was completely relaxed right now and it fascinated him how different that made Dean look. His grasp on human age was still somewhat shaky at best, but it seemed to him like his brother's bond mate looked younger now. Did that happen with all humans when they were asleep? He'd have to check with Kelly at some point.
From Dean's face, Raphael's eyes were drawn right to the mark on his bond brother's shoulder. To Castiel's mark. Although he'd always known that it was there, this was the first time that he could see it so clearly because not only was Dean not moving, but with the way his bond brother had his arm slung over Castiel's waist meant that it was angled just right for him to see it perfectly. He couldn't help but smirk at how clearly it marked the hunter for all of those who couldn't see the bond. He felt a swell of pride for his little brother's work.
Unable to resist, Raphael reached out to touch the mark, not letting Castiel's sigh deter him as his brother's attention returned to the room.
"G' 'way," Dean mumbled unexpectedly and mostly incoherently.
A quick glance up showed Raphael that his bond brother still had his eyes closed and had actually shifted to bury his face against Castiel's neck. He ignored the command and did as he'd intended, touching the raised skin of the claim. Dean made a sound that was half growl and half annoyance and he laughed.
"Raphael," Castiel admonished but Raphael could sense that his brother was amused despite himself, though he had no doubt whatsoever whose side Castiel would chose should Dean plead for his assistance.
"He is ticklish," Michael informed him conspiringly, also clearly amused.
"Ticklish?" Raphael questioned before he remembered what that meant.
By that time it was too late, though, as his bond brother had already pulled his feet up tight to his body and Raphael pouted, put out, knowing that he couldn't get at any of the target spots for tickling without causing harm as he knew that his bond brother would resist him.
"Cas!" Dean complained.
As expected, Castiel brought up a wing and Raphael allowed himself to be pushed back, away from his bond brother.
"I have removed the tickling threat, but I don't think that they'll leave, Beloved," Castiel stated.
Dean groaned and there was a pause before his bond brother caved, pushing himself into an upright seated position. "Okay, I'm up, I'm up. What is it?"
"I love your hair, Little One," Michael laughed.
Dean shot Michael a dark look but its potency was greatly reduced due to his bond brother's bleary eyes and Raphael saw that full comprehension of Michael's comment didn't penetrate until Castiel reached up to flatten his bond mate's hair that was spiked up in complete disarray. Dean pulled a face and reached up to help but Raphael smiled when he noticed some of it simply refused to be tamed.
"Bite me," Dean snarked when his bond brother finally seemed to notice his and Michael's amusement. "No one looks good in the middle of the night."
"Is he always this... slow when woken?" Raphael asked his brother, intrigued.
"Only when he feels safe," Castiel replied, pointedly.
Oh, Raphael supposed that made sense given what both Castiel and Michael had told him before and what he knew about his bond brother. When he glanced back at Dean, the human was blinking his eyes as if unable to keep them open and was also scratching his chest, drawing attention to the ink that had been injected into the skin there.
"You no longer need the protection tattoo," Raphael stated, gesturing at it.
"Huh?" Dean questioned.
"The protection is unnecessary now that you are an initiated vessel. No demon can claim you now that Michael has."
"What? Seriously? That's awesome! Is this true for everyone who's been a vessel?"
"Yes."
"No," Castiel countered. "Not if they've taken steps to revoke their consent like Sam has. Then that immunity is destroyed as part of the cleansing ritual to remove all angelic influence from the vessel in question."
"Oh, still, it's great news for me."
"Would you like me to get rid of the tattoo?" Raphael asked. "It would only take a moment."
Dean blinked, considering before his bond brother shook his head. "Nah, I'm used to it now and would probably panic every time I caught sight of myself in a mirror. At least for a few seconds."
"Very well, but let me know if you change your mind."
"I will."
"What was it that you came here for?" Castiel inquired.
"Raphael and I were able to extract all of the information from the demon as to how Malachi was able to learn about Lisa and Ben," Michael explained.
That seemed to catch Dean's drifting attention. "What? How?"
"He had a source," Raphael replied. "We've take care of it."
"Wait, so you're saying that you came here, now, to say that you've taken care of everything?"
"Yes."
"I hate you."
Raphael blinked, his brow furrowing as he watched his bond brother drop back onto the mattress with a groan. That Dean wasn't serious he knew for a certainty, but what his bond brother actually meant he wasn't at all sure.
"He is annoyed at you for waking him in the middle of the night just to tell him that he doesn't need to do or worry about anything."
"Oh," Raphael replied, bemused.
He still didn't really get it, but then, he didn't really understand the human need for sleep either so perhaps that was why.
"Freaking angels," Dean muttered into his pillow.
/
Several hours later, Dean was once again silently cursing angels. Though he'd woken on his own this time and was still happily snoozing, he could distinctly feel the disruption in his usual sleep pattern. And since when had he become so reliant on six to seven solid hours of solid, uninterrupted sleep anyway? His husband was spoiling him rotten.
Almost as if Castiel had heard his thoughts, his angel moved behind Dean. He made a half articulate noise in the back of his throat and was about to try drifting off once more when a proprietary hand slid along his hip. Instantly arousal of both the sexual and the alertness variety flooded through him and his morning wood was already hardening even further as Castiel rolled him onto his back. The look on his husband's face along with what he felt over their bond made his mouth go dry and he had to lick his lips twice before he could speak.
"Dude, you really got a jealousy kink, don't you?" Dean questioned.
"Are you complaining?" Castiel asked, hands drifting over Dean's chest.
"No, not even close, but you know that you've got nothing to worry about."
"That doesn't mean I have to like the way everyone looks at you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Not everyone."
"More than you'd think and fewer with pure intentions than I'd like."
The meaning of the words stopped Dean short for a moment. He was well aware of the evil and darkness that existed out there in the world, but it still somehow managed to surprise him when it came to people. Sure, he was well aware of the kind of unsavory attention that he'd once drawn as a teen, but most of that had stopped when he'd shot up in height and started packing on muscle. Or at least he'd thought that it had, maybe those types of guys had just taken more care to hide it once he'd looked like he could trash their asses, not that he hadn't before that, but they hadn't known that. No, they'd just seen a pretty face and assumed helplessness along with it.
"Ignore them, Cas, they're not worth wasting time over," Dean said. "Besides, as long as they don't do anything, people can fantasize all they want even if others don't like it."
"Mine," Castiel growled, pulling him close and Dean's breath hitched.
Yeah, he so didn't mind his husband's jealous streak, especially since it had never been triggered by his harmless flirting with others. Rational thought then fled as he was kissed to within an inch of his life and Castiel shifted on top of him, bringing their cocks into contact. He moaned and then panted for air as his angel attacked his jaw and the side of his neck with lips and teeth. Castiel was also moving his hips lazily, grinding against him but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
With a frustrated little sound, Dean brought his hands up, one carting into the feathers of his husband's closest wing while the other went for the sensitive skin and glands at the base of the opposite set of wings. As expected, his bond mate reacted, jerking against him harder and he moaned. The relief was short lived though as Castiel shifted and swept his arms up, catching Dean's wrists and effortlessly pining them to the bed above his head, first with one hand and then with his Grace.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, head falling back against the pillow.
"Mm, we'll get there, just not yet," Castiel teased before latching onto one of his nipples.
"Cas!" Dean complained, back arching.
Another moan was pulled from his throat as his husband bit lightly at the pebbled nub in his mouth and Dean couldn't help but wonder if he'd be covered in marks later. It wouldn't be the first time and the thought never failed to turn him on. Helpless to do anything else, he writhed on the sheets as Castiel took his sweet time, moving at a torturously slow pace until he was shamelessly begging his angel as the only reason that he hadn't come yet was because Castiel kept preventing him from doing so.
"So beautiful," Castiel murmured, whispering into his skin as his husband finally (finally!) pushed a well-oiled finger into him. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now? What your soul looks like?"
If Dean had thought that Castiel preparing him meant that things were about to start moving faster, he was sorely mistaken. It actually felt like things were going slower than before, but he was hardly in a state to be certain, feeling more incoherent than anything else. If his husband kept it up any longer, he felt that he'd die of need. Well either that or he'd spontaneously combust on the spot. But what a way to go!
Dean wasn't sure when Castiel had started using his wings but he could feel them now, running teasingly along his sweat slicked skin as he trembled, moaning continuously now and shamelessly too. His toes had long since curled though his legs lay open and pliant, all of his apparently futile attempts to encourage his angel to go harder, faster already expended.
"Your soul is all but blinding right now, even to angelic eyes," Castiel said, voice strained.
"Cas," Dean managed to plead with a supreme effort.
Either his bond mate finally took pity on him or Castiel just couldn't resist any longer himself. Regardless, Dean keened as the fingers were pulled out from him. Before he could do or think anything else, though, his angel was already pushing into him with his cock. With both of his husband's hands at his hips, he'd expected to be able to come now, but found that he still couldn't. A glance down caused the rest of his brain to fry as he saw that Castiel was using part of his true form to encircle the base of his cock, preventing him from reaching orgasm.
"Cheater," Dean sent and it was if a damn broke.
His accusation seemed doubly relevant then as Dean realized that his husband had been shielding out some of his emotions, preventing them from being fully transmitted across their bond. So that's how Castiel had been able to resist taking him for so long despite teasing him mercilessly. Now that the barrier was down, though, his bond mate was as completely lost as he was and already Dean could feel Castiel's thrusts start to stutter and fail within him. As soon as his husband released him, he came with a cry, blinding pleasure flooding through him along with long sought after relief.
Just as it all became too much, Dean felt his angel's cock spasm deep within him before warmth spilled into him and all went dark.
/
The boy had gotten up late and a large part of Bobby had wanted to tease Dean about that, but one look at the necklace of dark bruises on the boy's throat had his words dying in his own throat, unvoiced.
Castiel had left hickeys.
Plural.
It was far more than Bobby had wanted to see or even to know about what had undoubtedly happened earlier that very morning. He could have sworn that he'd heard some sound from the room that Samuel had prepared for his oldest grandson and the angel, but now he wasn't so sure. From all of the complaining that Sam had done over the years, he was the unfortunate possessor of the knowledge that his favorite Winchester was not silent when... uh, having a good time. So clearly for a small sound to be the only thing that he'd heard meant that Castiel had some way of sound proofing the room. Which meant that he couldn't have heard anything.
Well, not unless that sound proofing had failed for some reason...
Bobby would gladly have kicked his own idjit brain for that thought and the mental images that accompanied it if it were at all possible. He so didn't want to either know or be thinking about that right now. Or ever actually.
Right, what had he been thinking again before he'd been so unfortunately sidetracked? Oh, right, the boy had gotten up late, not that Dean looked any the better for it.
"You look like shit," Bobby stated, exaggerating more than a little but not wanting to get into some kind of chick flick moment where he commented on the boy's somewhat tired face.
Besides, Dean would hardly react well to that. Like this, however, Bobby felt pretty confident that the boy would respond and he was not disappointed.
Dean snorted, glancing up from his breakfast just long enough to glare at him. "'s not my fault. Freaking angels."
Bobby's eyebrows shot up, stunned speechless that Dean of all people would volunteer information like that. Or at least that the boy would do so in relation to this particular relationship of his. Others, sure, but this one?
And his mind was back to picturing things that Bobby really rather wished that it wouldn't as he had no interest or business imaging that.
"You'd think that they'd have learned by now that humans needs sleep. But, no, instead they just appear in the middle of the night, wake you up, only to say that everything's under control and you don't need to worry or do anything."
Okay, that didn't sound at all like what he'd been fearing and Bobby frowned. "What you talking about now?"
"Michael and Raphael. Last night, in my room. Freaking angels."
As the pieces finally slotted into place, Bobby couldn't help but laugh.
"'s not funny."
"Of course it is, ya idjit. That's what you get for being angel central."
Dean glowered at him. "I can request that they keep you informed personally of any relevant progress or information as they learn it."
"You do that and I'll tell Castiel every last embarrassing story that I know about you from when you were a little 'un."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me. You're the Angel Boy, not me."
"No, I'm the Righteous Man."
"Finally claiming that title are you?"
"If it's between that and Angel Boy, damn straight I am! I'm not a boy," Dean retorted before a wicked smile crossed his face and Bobby felt confusion for a moment before he realized exactly where the boy planned to go with that statement and just no.
"No. Don't even say it, I do not need to hear that."
"But-"
"You. Latin pronunciation training. Eighty-nine."
Dean's mouth snapped shut and the boy's face colored as that particular memory obviously came back to him. It was one that Bobby knew that Dean would far rather forget had ever happened. Luckily the boy knew him far too well to do anything other than realize that he wasn't bluffing here and, clearly (thankfully!) there were some things that Dean just far rather his angel never learned about.
"Blackmail," Dean muttered under his breath and Bobby smiled.
"Idjit."
A.N.: Lol, these boys are just so much fun to play with! :)
Chapter 194
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, bare backing, Grace!sex, orgasm denial
Word Count: 3,208
Summary: Raphael learns new things about his bond brother that he loves and can't resist teasing Dean about.
PRESENT
The entry of a demon into any part of Heaven was always felt by all angels, so Raphael had known it the moment that Michael had brought the demon to one of the old correctional facilities. They'd been abandoned after Castiel's reorganization of Heaven and therefore Michael had taken to using them for holding the demons that his brother worked on. He'd flown right over after finishing the inspection he'd been performing, thinking that Michael might be attempting to purify another demon.
What Raphael had learned upon arrival, however, had infuriated him and he'd gladly helped his brother break down all of the demon's resistance so that they could know exactly what it knew about the extent of the information leak regarding Dean. Thankfully it turned out that no one had informed Lucifer of what they were doing and Malachi had learned of the existence of the Braedens via a little known contact that was less inclined to deal with demons but had owed Malachi a favor from the last time the demon had been on Earth. Regardless of the likelihood of a repeat offence, he'd tracked the contact down and taken delight in smiting it. The fact that it had been preying on human children had merely heightened his satisfaction at carrying out his duty to his bond brother.
Whether Dean would have approved of all of the methods that he and Michael had used to ensure that they had everything that the demon knew, Raphael wasn't entirely sure, but he doubted that his bond brother could argue with the results. He knew well how fiercely Dean cared for and protected his family or those he considered as such and Michael had said that their bond brother's affection for the boy that had been threatened ran deep.
Both the demon and its source taken care of, Michael and Raphael few to the Campbell compound to inform their bond brother of what they'd learned and done. It wasn't until they arrived, however, that Raphael realized that they'd failed to take into account what time it was as Dean was still in bed with Castiel, fast asleep while their brother communicated with Heaven. The sight startled him for a moment as he wasn't used to seeing his bond brother so still and at first glance it was also eerily reminiscent of the countless dead humans that he'd seen since his creation. A second glance, however, quickly dispelled that disturbing notion.
Unlike most of the bodies that Raphael had seen, his bond brother was completely relaxed right now and it fascinated him how different that made Dean look. His grasp on human age was still somewhat shaky at best, but it seemed to him like his brother's bond mate looked younger now. Did that happen with all humans when they were asleep? He'd have to check with Kelly at some point.
From Dean's face, Raphael's eyes were drawn right to the mark on his bond brother's shoulder. To Castiel's mark. Although he'd always known that it was there, this was the first time that he could see it so clearly because not only was Dean not moving, but with the way his bond brother had his arm slung over Castiel's waist meant that it was angled just right for him to see it perfectly. He couldn't help but smirk at how clearly it marked the hunter for all of those who couldn't see the bond. He felt a swell of pride for his little brother's work.
Unable to resist, Raphael reached out to touch the mark, not letting Castiel's sigh deter him as his brother's attention returned to the room.
"G' 'way," Dean mumbled unexpectedly and mostly incoherently.
A quick glance up showed Raphael that his bond brother still had his eyes closed and had actually shifted to bury his face against Castiel's neck. He ignored the command and did as he'd intended, touching the raised skin of the claim. Dean made a sound that was half growl and half annoyance and he laughed.
"Raphael," Castiel admonished but Raphael could sense that his brother was amused despite himself, though he had no doubt whatsoever whose side Castiel would chose should Dean plead for his assistance.
"He is ticklish," Michael informed him conspiringly, also clearly amused.
"Ticklish?" Raphael questioned before he remembered what that meant.
By that time it was too late, though, as his bond brother had already pulled his feet up tight to his body and Raphael pouted, put out, knowing that he couldn't get at any of the target spots for tickling without causing harm as he knew that his bond brother would resist him.
"Cas!" Dean complained.
As expected, Castiel brought up a wing and Raphael allowed himself to be pushed back, away from his bond brother.
"I have removed the tickling threat, but I don't think that they'll leave, Beloved," Castiel stated.
Dean groaned and there was a pause before his bond brother caved, pushing himself into an upright seated position. "Okay, I'm up, I'm up. What is it?"
"I love your hair, Little One," Michael laughed.
Dean shot Michael a dark look but its potency was greatly reduced due to his bond brother's bleary eyes and Raphael saw that full comprehension of Michael's comment didn't penetrate until Castiel reached up to flatten his bond mate's hair that was spiked up in complete disarray. Dean pulled a face and reached up to help but Raphael smiled when he noticed some of it simply refused to be tamed.
"Bite me," Dean snarked when his bond brother finally seemed to notice his and Michael's amusement. "No one looks good in the middle of the night."
"Is he always this... slow when woken?" Raphael asked his brother, intrigued.
"Only when he feels safe," Castiel replied, pointedly.
Oh, Raphael supposed that made sense given what both Castiel and Michael had told him before and what he knew about his bond brother. When he glanced back at Dean, the human was blinking his eyes as if unable to keep them open and was also scratching his chest, drawing attention to the ink that had been injected into the skin there.
"You no longer need the protection tattoo," Raphael stated, gesturing at it.
"Huh?" Dean questioned.
"The protection is unnecessary now that you are an initiated vessel. No demon can claim you now that Michael has."
"What? Seriously? That's awesome! Is this true for everyone who's been a vessel?"
"Yes."
"No," Castiel countered. "Not if they've taken steps to revoke their consent like Sam has. Then that immunity is destroyed as part of the cleansing ritual to remove all angelic influence from the vessel in question."
"Oh, still, it's great news for me."
"Would you like me to get rid of the tattoo?" Raphael asked. "It would only take a moment."
Dean blinked, considering before his bond brother shook his head. "Nah, I'm used to it now and would probably panic every time I caught sight of myself in a mirror. At least for a few seconds."
"Very well, but let me know if you change your mind."
"I will."
"What was it that you came here for?" Castiel inquired.
"Raphael and I were able to extract all of the information from the demon as to how Malachi was able to learn about Lisa and Ben," Michael explained.
That seemed to catch Dean's drifting attention. "What? How?"
"He had a source," Raphael replied. "We've take care of it."
"Wait, so you're saying that you came here, now, to say that you've taken care of everything?"
"Yes."
"I hate you."
Raphael blinked, his brow furrowing as he watched his bond brother drop back onto the mattress with a groan. That Dean wasn't serious he knew for a certainty, but what his bond brother actually meant he wasn't at all sure.
"He is annoyed at you for waking him in the middle of the night just to tell him that he doesn't need to do or worry about anything."
"Oh," Raphael replied, bemused.
He still didn't really get it, but then, he didn't really understand the human need for sleep either so perhaps that was why.
"Freaking angels," Dean muttered into his pillow.
/
Several hours later, Dean was once again silently cursing angels. Though he'd woken on his own this time and was still happily snoozing, he could distinctly feel the disruption in his usual sleep pattern. And since when had he become so reliant on six to seven solid hours of solid, uninterrupted sleep anyway? His husband was spoiling him rotten.
Almost as if Castiel had heard his thoughts, his angel moved behind Dean. He made a half articulate noise in the back of his throat and was about to try drifting off once more when a proprietary hand slid along his hip. Instantly arousal of both the sexual and the alertness variety flooded through him and his morning wood was already hardening even further as Castiel rolled him onto his back. The look on his husband's face along with what he felt over their bond made his mouth go dry and he had to lick his lips twice before he could speak.
"Dude, you really got a jealousy kink, don't you?" Dean questioned.
"Are you complaining?" Castiel asked, hands drifting over Dean's chest.
"No, not even close, but you know that you've got nothing to worry about."
"That doesn't mean I have to like the way everyone looks at you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Not everyone."
"More than you'd think and fewer with pure intentions than I'd like."
The meaning of the words stopped Dean short for a moment. He was well aware of the evil and darkness that existed out there in the world, but it still somehow managed to surprise him when it came to people. Sure, he was well aware of the kind of unsavory attention that he'd once drawn as a teen, but most of that had stopped when he'd shot up in height and started packing on muscle. Or at least he'd thought that it had, maybe those types of guys had just taken more care to hide it once he'd looked like he could trash their asses, not that he hadn't before that, but they hadn't known that. No, they'd just seen a pretty face and assumed helplessness along with it.
"Ignore them, Cas, they're not worth wasting time over," Dean said. "Besides, as long as they don't do anything, people can fantasize all they want even if others don't like it."
"Mine," Castiel growled, pulling him close and Dean's breath hitched.
Yeah, he so didn't mind his husband's jealous streak, especially since it had never been triggered by his harmless flirting with others. Rational thought then fled as he was kissed to within an inch of his life and Castiel shifted on top of him, bringing their cocks into contact. He moaned and then panted for air as his angel attacked his jaw and the side of his neck with lips and teeth. Castiel was also moving his hips lazily, grinding against him but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
With a frustrated little sound, Dean brought his hands up, one carting into the feathers of his husband's closest wing while the other went for the sensitive skin and glands at the base of the opposite set of wings. As expected, his bond mate reacted, jerking against him harder and he moaned. The relief was short lived though as Castiel shifted and swept his arms up, catching Dean's wrists and effortlessly pining them to the bed above his head, first with one hand and then with his Grace.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, head falling back against the pillow.
"Mm, we'll get there, just not yet," Castiel teased before latching onto one of his nipples.
"Cas!" Dean complained, back arching.
Another moan was pulled from his throat as his husband bit lightly at the pebbled nub in his mouth and Dean couldn't help but wonder if he'd be covered in marks later. It wouldn't be the first time and the thought never failed to turn him on. Helpless to do anything else, he writhed on the sheets as Castiel took his sweet time, moving at a torturously slow pace until he was shamelessly begging his angel as the only reason that he hadn't come yet was because Castiel kept preventing him from doing so.
"So beautiful," Castiel murmured, whispering into his skin as his husband finally (finally!) pushed a well-oiled finger into him. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now? What your soul looks like?"
If Dean had thought that Castiel preparing him meant that things were about to start moving faster, he was sorely mistaken. It actually felt like things were going slower than before, but he was hardly in a state to be certain, feeling more incoherent than anything else. If his husband kept it up any longer, he felt that he'd die of need. Well either that or he'd spontaneously combust on the spot. But what a way to go!
Dean wasn't sure when Castiel had started using his wings but he could feel them now, running teasingly along his sweat slicked skin as he trembled, moaning continuously now and shamelessly too. His toes had long since curled though his legs lay open and pliant, all of his apparently futile attempts to encourage his angel to go harder, faster already expended.
"Your soul is all but blinding right now, even to angelic eyes," Castiel said, voice strained.
"Cas," Dean managed to plead with a supreme effort.
Either his bond mate finally took pity on him or Castiel just couldn't resist any longer himself. Regardless, Dean keened as the fingers were pulled out from him. Before he could do or think anything else, though, his angel was already pushing into him with his cock. With both of his husband's hands at his hips, he'd expected to be able to come now, but found that he still couldn't. A glance down caused the rest of his brain to fry as he saw that Castiel was using part of his true form to encircle the base of his cock, preventing him from reaching orgasm.
"Cheater," Dean sent and it was if a damn broke.
His accusation seemed doubly relevant then as Dean realized that his husband had been shielding out some of his emotions, preventing them from being fully transmitted across their bond. So that's how Castiel had been able to resist taking him for so long despite teasing him mercilessly. Now that the barrier was down, though, his bond mate was as completely lost as he was and already Dean could feel Castiel's thrusts start to stutter and fail within him. As soon as his husband released him, he came with a cry, blinding pleasure flooding through him along with long sought after relief.
Just as it all became too much, Dean felt his angel's cock spasm deep within him before warmth spilled into him and all went dark.
/
The boy had gotten up late and a large part of Bobby had wanted to tease Dean about that, but one look at the necklace of dark bruises on the boy's throat had his words dying in his own throat, unvoiced.
Castiel had left hickeys.
Plural.
It was far more than Bobby had wanted to see or even to know about what had undoubtedly happened earlier that very morning. He could have sworn that he'd heard some sound from the room that Samuel had prepared for his oldest grandson and the angel, but now he wasn't so sure. From all of the complaining that Sam had done over the years, he was the unfortunate possessor of the knowledge that his favorite Winchester was not silent when... uh, having a good time. So clearly for a small sound to be the only thing that he'd heard meant that Castiel had some way of sound proofing the room. Which meant that he couldn't have heard anything.
Well, not unless that sound proofing had failed for some reason...
Bobby would gladly have kicked his own idjit brain for that thought and the mental images that accompanied it if it were at all possible. He so didn't want to either know or be thinking about that right now. Or ever actually.
Right, what had he been thinking again before he'd been so unfortunately sidetracked? Oh, right, the boy had gotten up late, not that Dean looked any the better for it.
"You look like shit," Bobby stated, exaggerating more than a little but not wanting to get into some kind of chick flick moment where he commented on the boy's somewhat tired face.
Besides, Dean would hardly react well to that. Like this, however, Bobby felt pretty confident that the boy would respond and he was not disappointed.
Dean snorted, glancing up from his breakfast just long enough to glare at him. "'s not my fault. Freaking angels."
Bobby's eyebrows shot up, stunned speechless that Dean of all people would volunteer information like that. Or at least that the boy would do so in relation to this particular relationship of his. Others, sure, but this one?
And his mind was back to picturing things that Bobby really rather wished that it wouldn't as he had no interest or business imaging that.
"You'd think that they'd have learned by now that humans needs sleep. But, no, instead they just appear in the middle of the night, wake you up, only to say that everything's under control and you don't need to worry or do anything."
Okay, that didn't sound at all like what he'd been fearing and Bobby frowned. "What you talking about now?"
"Michael and Raphael. Last night, in my room. Freaking angels."
As the pieces finally slotted into place, Bobby couldn't help but laugh.
"'s not funny."
"Of course it is, ya idjit. That's what you get for being angel central."
Dean glowered at him. "I can request that they keep you informed personally of any relevant progress or information as they learn it."
"You do that and I'll tell Castiel every last embarrassing story that I know about you from when you were a little 'un."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me. You're the Angel Boy, not me."
"No, I'm the Righteous Man."
"Finally claiming that title are you?"
"If it's between that and Angel Boy, damn straight I am! I'm not a boy," Dean retorted before a wicked smile crossed his face and Bobby felt confusion for a moment before he realized exactly where the boy planned to go with that statement and just no.
"No. Don't even say it, I do not need to hear that."
"But-"
"You. Latin pronunciation training. Eighty-nine."
Dean's mouth snapped shut and the boy's face colored as that particular memory obviously came back to him. It was one that Bobby knew that Dean would far rather forget had ever happened. Luckily the boy knew him far too well to do anything other than realize that he wasn't bluffing here and, clearly (thankfully!) there were some things that Dean just far rather his angel never learned about.
"Blackmail," Dean muttered under his breath and Bobby smiled.
"Idjit."
A.N.: Lol, these boys are just so much fun to play with! :)
Chapter 194