The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 31/31
Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 31/31
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Abaddon, Jesse, lots of other characters that I won’t name for spoilers
Spoilers/Warnings: Major Character Death, violence
Word Count: ~5,600 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Faith spends the next year and a half looking for Jesse before finally finding him. She goes to rescue him with Dean at her side.
Notes: I have finally finished this and will be putting up all the chapters soon. By Sunday night, the whole story will be up. I’m sorry it took so long, but my new job has been sucking up all my free time.
Previous
It had been two weeks since Jesse had been taken by Abaddon and they hadn’t found any trace of him. Faith was pacing around behind Dean as he cooked in the kitchen.
“I just don’t know what else to try. I can’t sense him anywhere, not that I could before anyway, but I can’t find Abaddon either. She has to have him somewhere.”
Dean sighed as he tried to hold his tongue. It wasn’t the first time she had said this. She had been trying to find Jesse nonstop for weeks and Dean hadn’t been very helpful. He honestly didn’t feel bad that the boy had gone missing. He hadn’t trusted him much.
“Maybe I need to start searching for demons again and finding out what they know.”
“Faith, stop it.” Dean turned to face her as she stopped walking around the kitchen. “You’re not doing that again. I’m sorry to have to say this, but Jesse is gone, okay? He’s either dead, being tortured, or he’s bait. None of those options are any good to you.”
“Dad, you don’t get it. This is all my fault. He was taken because of me. He gave himself up so Abaddon wouldn’t come after me. Can’t you see how I might feel guilty about that?”
“I get it. I’m telling you that you shouldn’t feel that way. I know you trusted him and like him, but he’s a demon and his ‘capture’ was just a little too easy and quick if you ask me.”
“He’s not just a demon, Dad.”
“I know. If his intentions were all good, then I am sorry that this had to happen, but it doesn’t change the fact that this could very well be a trap to lure you into Abaddon’s grasp. I will not let you walk straight into that.”
Faith shook her head. “I can’t give up, Dad.”
“I can’t stop you from looking, but just promise me that you’ll tell me when you find something. If you’re gonna try something, you’re not doing it alone.” Dean moved closer and grabbed her shoulders. “I’ll go with you for whatever help I can be.”
She looked into her father’s eyes and knew that he was serious. She could get away easy enough, but he would find out and follow her, which would make it more dangerous for him. Dean wasn’t a young hunter anymore but he could still fight better than a lot of men his age.
She smiled and nodded. “Okay, I promise. When I find something, I’ll tell you.”
He patted her arm, satisfied with that answer, and returned to his cooking. “By the way, where’s your fairy? She could probably help with something like this, right?” Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her.
Regret stabbed through her when she was reminded of the friend she had sent away years before. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since Pop…” Sadness still welled up quickly at the thought of his funeral.
Dean made a neutral sound and shrugged. “That’s too bad. I know she was a good friend for you. Now you’re just stuck with me, and Kevin when he’s here.”
Faith chuckled. “That’s more than enough for me.”
Dean laughed and glanced back at her. “Why don’t you go see if there might be a job somewhere nearby? It’s been a long time since we’ve worked a case.”
She knew he was just trying to distract her from obsessing over Jesse, but taking a break sounded good to her too. “Okay.” She went to her room to search on her laptop.
For another year and a half, Faith and Dean continued to work jobs around the country. They took down a lot of ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and demons. The trail for Jesse got colder every day and Faith was losing hope in ever finding him. Kevin still made frequent visits to the bunker to help with the search for Abaddon, he refused to think of it as helping Jesse as he didn’t like him either, and it was a good way to keep Faith in a good mood.
Faith was now eighteen and deemed by Dean to be old enough and good enough to go on hunts alone. She spent the first few hunts on easy monsters that she could find quick enough to seem almost boring.
On one of her harder cases involving a demon, she got the break she had been waiting for when the demon implied that he answered to Abaddon.
She grabbed the man’s chin and made him look at her. “Where is she?” Grace streamed through her as she felt the chance of finding Jesse getting close.
His eyes widened when he realized his mistake. “How would I know?”
Faith’s eyes began to glow with a blue light and she dug her nails into the demon’s skin. “Tell me and I’ll make your death quick.”
“No.”
She growled and punched him in the throat, knocking him to the ground. “Fine. Then tell me where she keeps the half demon boy.”
“The what?”
“She took him almost two years ago. He’s half demon and half human. His name is Jesse. Where is he?” She straddled the demon and crouched over him as her grace kept him pinned down to the floor.
His eyes lit up in recognition for a second before he shook his head. “I wouldn’t know.”
“But you do, and you’re gonna tell me.” She held curled fingers above his chest as blue fingers of grace shot out and stopped just above his skin. “You’ll tell me everything.”
“DAD! DAD!!” Faith ran through the bunker in search of her father as the new information ran through her mind like a trapped bee. “DAD!!!!”
“What?” Dean ran inside from the garage where he had been fixing up a problem the Impala had been having.
“I know where Abaddon is and Jesse.”
Her eyes were sparkling with hope and excitement like Dean hadn’t seen in years. He just wished it would be over something different. “What…how?”
“The case I was just working was a demon and he worked for Abaddon. He told me.”
“He told you?”
“Eventually.”
Dean swallowed the disapproval forming. He had taught her his ways and had no right to disapprove now that she as using them. “And you trust the information?”
“I already checked on it. The place is crawling with demons.”
“You went without me?” He did let the disapproval through now.
“Just to look.”
“What if they would’ve seen you, taken you? What if they did and they know you’ll be back? How do you know this whole thing isn’t a trap?”
“Dad, they didn’t take me. I’m fine. I came back so we could go back together and end this. We can finally kill her and get Jesse back.” Her body was practically shaking with excitement at the possibility of this finally being over. She would still have the trials to close Hell later but this was personal.
Dean took a slow breath and guided Faith to a chair at the table map beside them. “Honey, I hope this is the end. Believe me, I want that bitch dead, but you need to stop and think about this for a second. How long has it been since you’ve found anything about Abaddon, and now this demon happens across you who can tell you everything? Doesn’t that sound a little bit like a trap?”
“We don’t have time to think, Dad. If we just sit here and worry, she’ll leave. Even if it is a trap, she’s there, Jesse is there, and we can’t just ignore that.”
“How do you know that Jesse is even there? She’s had him so long that he has to either be dead or be twisted into her weapon, which was his destined purpose as a child.”
“He said Jesse was there, and I have to save him. If he’s been turned into something, we’ll do what we have to, but we can’t not go just because he might be different.”
He knew that she would go no matter what he said or did. “I’m not saying we don’t go, but we need to go in smart and prepared.”
Faith nodded vigorously. “Of course.”
They spent about twenty minutes coming up with a plan and gathering all the weapons they could carry. Dean stood next to his daughter and looked at her closely. She had a determined look on her face and was smiling to herself. She was wearing one of his old leather jackets he had given her when she bought him a new one. It was still too big on her, but she insisted on wearing it.
Faith had grown a lot since Cas had died. She was as tall as he had been, even a little taller, almost looking Dean in the eye. She was slim but had angel strength that could snap a human in half and muscles that she had built with some work in their gym. Her blonde hair had darkened slightly with age and reached clear to her waist now. She would laugh when an enemy would grab it and try to use it against her and she would grab the end of it and fling them across the room with it.
“What?” She had felt her dad staring but he seemed to be tearing up a little and that worried her.
“Nothing.” He shook his head and wiped his eyes. “You ready?”
“Yep.” She nodded and smiled.
For most of her life, Dean had been told how much she looked like him but now all he could see was Cas. She had his smile and his wide blue eyes with his grace swimming beneath them. He was so proud of the hunter and person she had become.
Faith reached out and took Dean’s hand. With a gut-flipping fly they landed outside Abaddon’s current base. It looked empty.
“Where are the demons?” Dean slipped his hand into his jacket for the demon blade. It was too quiet for his liking.
“They’re here.” She could practically smell them. They were inside, a lot of them. “Let’s go.”
Dean followed Faith as they went around the building. Faith was reaching for the door when another sense hit her like a punch to the chest. She gasped and pulled her hand back.
“What is it?” Dean looked at her in concern.
“There’s angel binding inside. I can feel it.” The senses she had of the demons inside disappeared and she felt blind. “They just put it up.”
“So they most likely know we’re coming or here.” Dean had a bad feeling. “Maybe we should wait and catch her somewhere else?”
“No!” She took out her angel blade. “We’re here and we’re doing this.” She looked at him. “I know how to fight as a human. I had good teachers.”
He smiled. “Hopefully.” He let out a breath and nodded to her. “Alright, let’s go.”
They had barely made it through the door before they were bombarded with demons. The plan they had made had gone out the window when Faith lost her powers so now it was all improvising. Dean was separated from Faith quickly and fought his way through the pack as she went the opposite direction.
Faith tried to keep Dean in sight, but she was too busy fighting the demons off around her and she lost him. She kicked and stabbed anything close and killed at least a dozen of them before she caught sight of red hair disappearing around a corner. Anger flared through her and she knocked all of the demons out of her way as she chased the red hair.
Dean had managed to only take a few punches and was bleeding minimally. His current opponent backed him down a hallway off the room he had entered. The demon charged and Dean braced himself. His back hit the wall hard enough to jar his bones painfully. He was too old for this. He stabbed forward and dug the demon blade into the demon’s chest.
He pushed the body away from him and took a second to breathe. Fighting and screaming still sounded up the hall and Dean had to go and help Faith. As he passed a door to his right, it opened and he was pulled inside roughly.
He only had time to gasp before he was being punched and kicked from three directions. The blade flew from his hand and his head collided with the wall in a crack. He landed on the floor and looked up to see Jesse standing nearby with only a slightly shocked face. Three other demons were the ones attacking him but Jesse stood by and did nothing to help. His hatred for him deepened.
Dean was just able to get his holy water and throw it at them before his vision started to blur. One of the demons yelled and pain shot through his chest. Dean hadn’t even heard the gunshot. He heard some faint shouting thuds before it was quiet and he lost consciousness.
Faith ran down a maze of halls chasing the red hair. Cruel laugher echoed as she ran and it only fueled Faith’s anger. She rounded a corner and was met with a powerful punch to the face. She hit the ground with a grunt and scrambled to pick up her blade.
Abaddon laughed and kicked it away. She grabbed Faith by her jacket and pulled her up to her knees. “I can’t believe you actually came in knowing you would be powerless.” Her smile was all teeth as she laughed again. “So pathetic.”
The next punch didn’t hurt as much as the first and Faith spat the blood in her mouth back at Abaddon. The knight sank her red nails into Faith’s neck and stood to kick the nephilim in the chest.
“Did you really think it would be so easy to kill me?” She shook her head and walked to stand next to Faith’s head as she laid on the floor.
“Maybe not, but I will kill you one day. I don’t care how long it takes. I will kill you.” Pain shot through her with every breath and she could feel the blood running from her neck. She hoped Dean was okay.
“We’ll see about that.” She looked off down the hall like she heard something and smiled. When Faith blinked, she was gone.
It had gotten quiet, much too quiet. Faith sat up slowly and picked up her blade. She didn’t have any serious injuries and she needed to find Dean. As she pushed herself up to stand, running footsteps came up the hall and she poised herself to throw her blade. She cocked her arm back and almost threw it when the man looked at her and she recognized him.
“Jesse?” She whispered it, like she thought saying it louder might shatter the illusion.
“Faith.” He smiled in relief and rushed to her.
“You’re okay.” She laughed and lunged forward to wrap him in a tight hug. “I knew you would be here.”
Aside from the slightly thinner appearance, Jesse looked just like he had when she had last seen him. He hugged her back briefly before pulling back with a sad look on his face.
“What is it?”
“You need to come with me.” He took her hand and led her down the hall quickly. He neared an open door and stopped to look at her. “I have to warn you, there were a few demons in there and I couldn’t help him.”
“What are you talking about?” Fear pounded in her chest. She tried to push around him but Jesse stopped her. “Move.”
“Just wait…”
“Move!” She shoved him and ran into the room. She dropped her blade at the sight in front of her. Her dad was on the ground with blood all around him. Three demons were dead around him and the demon blade was in his hand. She knew he had to be dead.
He made a pained noise and turned his head to face her. “Faith?”
“Dad!” Hope went through her again as she rushed to kneel at his side. “I thought…”
“Are you okay?” His voice cracked and bruises were blossoming all over his face.
“I’m fine, Dad. I chased down Abaddon, but she got away. All the other demons are gone.” She took his hand. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get her next time.” She was about to try and stand to move him to where she could heal him but he pulled on her arm.
“Don’t.” He took a labored breath as tears filled his eyes. “It’s too late, Faith. I can’t do this anymore.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t do this, not again. “No, don’t you dare do this to me. I can fix this, fix you.”
He reached his hand up and brushed through her long hair, staining it like Cas had done five years past. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s over for me. You can do this. You’re ready.”
“No I can’t. What am I supposed to do without you?” Tears fell down her face and she held his hand tighter.
“Fight. Kill Abaddon. Don’t just send her to Hell or close the gates, kill her.”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Take care of my car. Don’t let her die.”
Faith let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob. “She’ll run as long as I do.”
He smiled and glanced behind her. He saw Jesse hovering in the doorway and he glared at him. “Faith, listen,” he pulled her closer, “be careful. Jesse needs to be handled with care.” His voice was getting fainter and his vision was fading. “Be smart, survive.” He took a couple short breaths and each grew harder to take. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Dad.” She kissed his bloody hand. “Hug Poppa for me.”
Dean smiled. “Promise.” He blinked a couple times. He felt so tired. His head fell to the side and he closed his eyes.
“Dad?” Faith felt his grip loosen and his breath stopped. “Dad? Daddy?!” She dropped his hand and curled over his chest. She screamed and sobbed loudly and vowed to not let this go unanswered for.
Dean woke up slowly, like he had been sleeping for years. The couch he was sleeping on was rough and made his back pop as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember what he had been doing before this.
He took in his surroundings and was confused. He was in Rufus’ cabin in Montana. Early morning light came in through the windows across the room and he heard the distant sound of voices. He stood and walked over to the window.
Sam was outside chasing a toddler aged Faith as she squealed and avoided his grasp. Dean’s heart clenched as he realized what must have happened. He laughed as his younger brother tripped and stumbled after his daughter.
“About time you got up.”
His heart pounded violently as he recognized that voice. He turned and saw a smiling Castiel leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room. He was young, much younger than when he died.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you up here?” He smiled wide and glowed with happiness.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice broke over the name and tears fell from his eyes.
“Dean.” He frowned and rushed to him. “Don’t cry.” He wiped the tears away and cupped his face gently.
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and pulled him in for a desperate kiss. It had been five years since he lost Cas and he would never let him go again. Cas laughed into their kiss and Dean lifted him off the floor, making him wrap his arms around Dean’s neck.
Cas laughed and pulled his head away. “I missed you too.”
“I’m dead aren’t I?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer.
Cas nodded. “Afraid so.” Dean lowered him back to the floor. “How long has it been? Time moved differently up here.”
“Five years.” Dean had felt every day like a year. He grabbed Cas’ face and kissed him again. “It’s been five years, Cas.” He leaned his forehead against Cas and felt tears forming again.
“What about Faith? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s okay. Abaddon’s not though. I wish I could just go down there and…”
Cas put a hand over Dean’s mouth and shushed him. “Stop. We’re in Heaven, Dean. We have to leave it up to her now. She’s very capable, I’m assuming.”
“She is.” He ran a hand down Cas’ chest, having missed the feeling. “How old are you anyway?” He smiled as Cas bowed his head.
“Around thirty. Younger than Jimmy was when I took him as a vessel. Unless, I’m wrong,” he looked at Dean, “that’s how old you are now too.”
Dean furrowed his brows and stepped away from Cas. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was true. He looked like he did when Cas pulled him from Hell. The hair he had that was graying was gone and the wrinkles around his eyes and forehead were much less noticeable.
“Most people revert to that age in Heaven. It tends to be the happiest and best years of most lives. Families were growing and bodies were in good physical condition. Not all people follow that rule of course.” Cas stood in the doorway of the bathroom as Dean looked over his younger body.
“What about you then?” He turned to Cas. “You never were thirty, and not in Jimmy’s body.”
Cas shrugged. “Maybe it works the same since I died in his body.” He stepped closer and took Dean’s hand. “Come on. I have to show you something.”
“Hang on.” He pulled back on Cas’ hand and pulled him into another kiss. Cas laughed but kissed him back. Dean held the back of Cas’ head and deepened the kiss.
Cas groaned and gripped Dean’s jacket to pull him closer. He found himself being walked back to the wall. His back hit the wall and Dean pressed himself into Cas fully.
“I missed you so much.” Dean whispered against Cas’ lips and ran his hands over his chest and stomach.
“I know.” He covered Dean’s hands with his and turned away from the wall and stepped away. “I promise that we’ll have more than enough time for this later, but I need to show you something right now.”
“What?” Dean really just wanted to keep holding and kissing Cas but he let himself be led out of the bathroom and to their old bedroom. The markings made with white chalk on the door brought back memories and Dean inhaled sharply as he realized where he was going.
Cas pushed open the door and pulled Dean through it. The familiar smell of beer hit him first and Dean couldn’t help but smile when he saw the interior of Harvelle’s.
“About damn time. I thought you’d gotten lost.”
Dean looked at the bar and smiled as Ash shook his head and looked at Cas. “Ash?”
“Who else would it be?” He smiled and set a beer on the bar for Dean. “Took you long enough to come back, Dean.”
“I did my best.” Dean sat at the bar and opened the beer. Cas remained standing behind him. “How’s it been?”
“Oh you know, pretty good, man.” Ash downed a can of beer in one go and tossed it behind him. “By the way, the list of people wanting to see you is gettin’ pretty long.”
“What?”
Cas walked around the bar and through another door with markings on it. Dean stood up slowly and held his breath. The door opened again a few seconds later and Dean felt the huge grin spread across his face.
Cas came through the door with a line of people following. He stopped to hold the door open for the group entering. Ellen was the first and she looked the same as she had when she had stayed with Jo to blow up the hardware store in Missouri. Jo was right behind her and smiled at Cas as she passed.
“Dean.” Ellen pulled him down for a hug and patted his back. “You’ve got a lot of stories I need to hear.”
“You bet.” He pulled back and looked at Jo as she approached. “Jo.”
She smiled and stopped just short of the hug he had expected. “I know I said make it later, but this was a little ridiculous.” They both laughed and she moved forward for a tight hug.
“I have been dying to see you again.”
Dean looked up and saw Pamela approaching. “Me too, Pamela.”
She walked up to him. “I also have permission from Cas to do this as well.” Dean looked confused as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Dean kept his hands out as Pamela kissed him and pulled back with a smile. “I figured he owed me for blinding me.”
Dean looked at Cas and saw him smiling and shaking his head. The next person to pass through the door was one of the exceptions to the thirty year old rule. He patted Cas’ arm as he walked by and was still wearing his old tattered hat.
“Bobby.” Dean felt tears welling up again as Bobby got closer, looking just like he had when they had burned his flask. They met in a hug. Dean didn’t realize how much he had missed him until now.
When Bobby stepped back, he asked, “How’s Sam?”
“Good. Married and has a son, Henry. He hasn’t hunted in a long time.” At the mention of Sam, Dean felt a pang of regret at him having to see Dean like he had been and to burn him. He knew that he would be there for Faith though and that made him feel a little better.
“Move aside, old man.” A young man pushed Bobby aside and nodded at Dean. “Hey, I couldn’t miss this.”
At Bobby’s eye roll, Dean knew who it was. “Rufus?” He smiled and nodded. “Wow, I didn’t recognize you.” He held a hand out and Rufus shook it.
“Yeah, most of them didn’t. I was different at this age.”
“He never lets me forget that either.” Bobby crossed his arms and rolled his eyes again.
Dean laughed. He looked around at the group and felt so happy that he could spend all the time there was with these people. This was his family, and eventually Sam would join him too.
“Dean.” Cas was still holding the door open and another woman walked through that surprised him.
“Oh my god.” Dean moved through the group and met the girl before she got around the bar. “Jessica?”
She looked the same as when Dean saw her at Stanford. She smiled and nodded. “I was having dinner with my family when Cas found me and brought me here. I was a little more than surprised.”
“I bet.” He didn’t know if he should hug her or not and she just looked at him sweetly. “I’m glad to see you. I know Sam will be too when he gets here.”
“Hopefully that won’t be for a while.”
“Yeah.” He looked at Cas and held out his arms. “Is that it?”
“Just a couple more.” His eyes sparkled. “They were hard to find, but we eventually got it.” He looked at Ash and he toasted him from the bar.
“Who?” Jessica touched his arm gently as she moved out of the way. Dean watched the glowing doorway and tried to think of who could possibly be left. He thought everyone was here. Two forms began to take shape and Dean’s legs started to shake. He knew who it was.
They walked in hand in hand and their faces grew clearer. A younger John and Mary entered the bar and walked to their oldest son. They looked a few years older than they were when Dean and Sam traveled back in time.
John moved forward first and hugged Dean close. Dean returned it and buried his face in his dad’s neck. Tears were falling down his face now. Last time he had been to Heaven, Ash hadn’t been able to find them, so Dean hadn’t expected to see them again.
John stepped back and grabbed Dean’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, Dean. Everything you’ve done since I left and the family you’ve made for yourself and for Sam. You’re a better father than I ever was.”
Dean shook his head. “You were the best you could be, Dad.”
“Yeah, and that wasn’t good enough.” He waved a hand when Dean wanted to speak again. “Your mother’s been bugging me about you since we got here.” He stepped aside and Mary bounded to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.
“Mom.” Dean sobbed and couldn’t hold her tight enough.
She shushed him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s okay, Dean. I’m so happy to see you.”
He kissed her cheek and continued the hug. She laughed and let him. Eventually, he let her go and stepped back. Cas put an arm around his waist, having shut the door already.
“I love him too, by the way.” She looked at Cas and smiled.
“Yeah, me too.” Dean looked at Cas resisted the urge to kiss him again.
“Are we gonna just stand here or are we gonna have some drinks and see who can beat me at pool?” Rufus was sitting on a bar stool and holding a beer.
They all laughed and took bets on who they thought would win. They stayed at Harvelle’s for hours, playing pool, drinking, and swapping stories. Dean had quite a few to add from the years Cas had missed. Dean could see himself doing this forever, and he actually had that option.
Eventually, a few of them wanted to return to their Heavens and they decided to meet again soon and show Dean around the various places. Cas took his hand and led him back to their Heaven. This time they landed in the bunker.
“So, how are you feeling about being dead?” Cas leaned against the door he closed.
“Not too bad, honestly.” He smiled and looked around the bunker, wondering what memory this was. He heard distant sounds of Sam talking and Faith but he was interrupted when Cas wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
Dean returned it and wouldn’t let anything stop him from kissing Cas again. He pushed Cas back and picked up where they had left off before. He kissed his neck and loved the sounds of his gasps and moans that he hadn’t heard in so long.
“Dean, please.” Cas curled his fingers in Dean’s hair and thrusted his hips forward. “I need you now.” He moaned as Dean bit his neck. “It’s been too long.”
“Anything you want, Cas.” He stepped back and pulled Cas with him to their room. He pushed him to the bed and quickly threw off his clothes as Cas took of his own. Dean crawled up over the bed and straddled Cas.
Cas reached up and pulled Dean down for a rough kiss. His hand moved to wrap around his dick and stroked him in slow motions. Dean moaned into their kiss and rocked his hips, causing friction for Cas to rub into.
“Cas.” Dean braced himself with a hand on either side of Cas’ head as his breathing quickened and he felt a fire spreading through his body.
He put his hands on Dean’s hips and guided him to seat himself on Cas’ now hard dick. Dean hesitated. “It’s okay, Dean. Trust me.”
Dean nodded and reached back to line Cas up and pushed himself down. Cas entered him without a problem or pain. Dean moaned loudly and gripped the sheets tightly.
“We’re not here in a physical sense, Dean.” Cas gasped between words as Dean began to move. “We’re technically just souls. Two souls making…”
“Cas, just shut up.” Dean laughed and kissed him to keep him quiet. Pleasure coursed through him as he thrusted back onto Cas faster. Every move felt like he was hitting his prostate. It really was Heaven. “Fuck.” He moaned and thrusted down harder, making Cas cry out and dig his nails into Dean’s back.
“Dean, please. Ugh, feels so good.” Cas clenched his eyes shut and pushed up to meet Dean’s moves. It didn’t take long for them both to feel an orgasm building. They both moved faster and cried out as they finally came.
Dean growled against Cas’ neck as his whole body sang of pleasure, like no orgasm he had ever felt in his life. He noticed something else and looked down at Cas’ stomach in confusion.
“We’re not bodies, Dean.” Cas seemed to sense his question of why he felt the orgasm but there was no evidence of it on Cas. “Much cleaner and more intense.”
“Yeah.” Dean moved to lay next to Cas. He didn’t feel any more tired than when he arrived. He figured they wouldn’t need to sleep either. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“That’s good. Because you don’t have a choice.” He laughed and kissed Dean briefly. “You can finally rest. You’ve earned it.”
“So have you.” Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and was more than content to stay here forever.
The End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Abaddon, Jesse, lots of other characters that I won’t name for spoilers
Spoilers/Warnings: Major Character Death, violence
Word Count: ~5,600 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Faith spends the next year and a half looking for Jesse before finally finding him. She goes to rescue him with Dean at her side.
Notes: I have finally finished this and will be putting up all the chapters soon. By Sunday night, the whole story will be up. I’m sorry it took so long, but my new job has been sucking up all my free time.
Previous
It had been two weeks since Jesse had been taken by Abaddon and they hadn’t found any trace of him. Faith was pacing around behind Dean as he cooked in the kitchen.
“I just don’t know what else to try. I can’t sense him anywhere, not that I could before anyway, but I can’t find Abaddon either. She has to have him somewhere.”
Dean sighed as he tried to hold his tongue. It wasn’t the first time she had said this. She had been trying to find Jesse nonstop for weeks and Dean hadn’t been very helpful. He honestly didn’t feel bad that the boy had gone missing. He hadn’t trusted him much.
“Maybe I need to start searching for demons again and finding out what they know.”
“Faith, stop it.” Dean turned to face her as she stopped walking around the kitchen. “You’re not doing that again. I’m sorry to have to say this, but Jesse is gone, okay? He’s either dead, being tortured, or he’s bait. None of those options are any good to you.”
“Dad, you don’t get it. This is all my fault. He was taken because of me. He gave himself up so Abaddon wouldn’t come after me. Can’t you see how I might feel guilty about that?”
“I get it. I’m telling you that you shouldn’t feel that way. I know you trusted him and like him, but he’s a demon and his ‘capture’ was just a little too easy and quick if you ask me.”
“He’s not just a demon, Dad.”
“I know. If his intentions were all good, then I am sorry that this had to happen, but it doesn’t change the fact that this could very well be a trap to lure you into Abaddon’s grasp. I will not let you walk straight into that.”
Faith shook her head. “I can’t give up, Dad.”
“I can’t stop you from looking, but just promise me that you’ll tell me when you find something. If you’re gonna try something, you’re not doing it alone.” Dean moved closer and grabbed her shoulders. “I’ll go with you for whatever help I can be.”
She looked into her father’s eyes and knew that he was serious. She could get away easy enough, but he would find out and follow her, which would make it more dangerous for him. Dean wasn’t a young hunter anymore but he could still fight better than a lot of men his age.
She smiled and nodded. “Okay, I promise. When I find something, I’ll tell you.”
He patted her arm, satisfied with that answer, and returned to his cooking. “By the way, where’s your fairy? She could probably help with something like this, right?” Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her.
Regret stabbed through her when she was reminded of the friend she had sent away years before. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since Pop…” Sadness still welled up quickly at the thought of his funeral.
Dean made a neutral sound and shrugged. “That’s too bad. I know she was a good friend for you. Now you’re just stuck with me, and Kevin when he’s here.”
Faith chuckled. “That’s more than enough for me.”
Dean laughed and glanced back at her. “Why don’t you go see if there might be a job somewhere nearby? It’s been a long time since we’ve worked a case.”
She knew he was just trying to distract her from obsessing over Jesse, but taking a break sounded good to her too. “Okay.” She went to her room to search on her laptop.
For another year and a half, Faith and Dean continued to work jobs around the country. They took down a lot of ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and demons. The trail for Jesse got colder every day and Faith was losing hope in ever finding him. Kevin still made frequent visits to the bunker to help with the search for Abaddon, he refused to think of it as helping Jesse as he didn’t like him either, and it was a good way to keep Faith in a good mood.
Faith was now eighteen and deemed by Dean to be old enough and good enough to go on hunts alone. She spent the first few hunts on easy monsters that she could find quick enough to seem almost boring.
On one of her harder cases involving a demon, she got the break she had been waiting for when the demon implied that he answered to Abaddon.
She grabbed the man’s chin and made him look at her. “Where is she?” Grace streamed through her as she felt the chance of finding Jesse getting close.
His eyes widened when he realized his mistake. “How would I know?”
Faith’s eyes began to glow with a blue light and she dug her nails into the demon’s skin. “Tell me and I’ll make your death quick.”
“No.”
She growled and punched him in the throat, knocking him to the ground. “Fine. Then tell me where she keeps the half demon boy.”
“The what?”
“She took him almost two years ago. He’s half demon and half human. His name is Jesse. Where is he?” She straddled the demon and crouched over him as her grace kept him pinned down to the floor.
His eyes lit up in recognition for a second before he shook his head. “I wouldn’t know.”
“But you do, and you’re gonna tell me.” She held curled fingers above his chest as blue fingers of grace shot out and stopped just above his skin. “You’ll tell me everything.”
“DAD! DAD!!” Faith ran through the bunker in search of her father as the new information ran through her mind like a trapped bee. “DAD!!!!”
“What?” Dean ran inside from the garage where he had been fixing up a problem the Impala had been having.
“I know where Abaddon is and Jesse.”
Her eyes were sparkling with hope and excitement like Dean hadn’t seen in years. He just wished it would be over something different. “What…how?”
“The case I was just working was a demon and he worked for Abaddon. He told me.”
“He told you?”
“Eventually.”
Dean swallowed the disapproval forming. He had taught her his ways and had no right to disapprove now that she as using them. “And you trust the information?”
“I already checked on it. The place is crawling with demons.”
“You went without me?” He did let the disapproval through now.
“Just to look.”
“What if they would’ve seen you, taken you? What if they did and they know you’ll be back? How do you know this whole thing isn’t a trap?”
“Dad, they didn’t take me. I’m fine. I came back so we could go back together and end this. We can finally kill her and get Jesse back.” Her body was practically shaking with excitement at the possibility of this finally being over. She would still have the trials to close Hell later but this was personal.
Dean took a slow breath and guided Faith to a chair at the table map beside them. “Honey, I hope this is the end. Believe me, I want that bitch dead, but you need to stop and think about this for a second. How long has it been since you’ve found anything about Abaddon, and now this demon happens across you who can tell you everything? Doesn’t that sound a little bit like a trap?”
“We don’t have time to think, Dad. If we just sit here and worry, she’ll leave. Even if it is a trap, she’s there, Jesse is there, and we can’t just ignore that.”
“How do you know that Jesse is even there? She’s had him so long that he has to either be dead or be twisted into her weapon, which was his destined purpose as a child.”
“He said Jesse was there, and I have to save him. If he’s been turned into something, we’ll do what we have to, but we can’t not go just because he might be different.”
He knew that she would go no matter what he said or did. “I’m not saying we don’t go, but we need to go in smart and prepared.”
Faith nodded vigorously. “Of course.”
They spent about twenty minutes coming up with a plan and gathering all the weapons they could carry. Dean stood next to his daughter and looked at her closely. She had a determined look on her face and was smiling to herself. She was wearing one of his old leather jackets he had given her when she bought him a new one. It was still too big on her, but she insisted on wearing it.
Faith had grown a lot since Cas had died. She was as tall as he had been, even a little taller, almost looking Dean in the eye. She was slim but had angel strength that could snap a human in half and muscles that she had built with some work in their gym. Her blonde hair had darkened slightly with age and reached clear to her waist now. She would laugh when an enemy would grab it and try to use it against her and she would grab the end of it and fling them across the room with it.
“What?” She had felt her dad staring but he seemed to be tearing up a little and that worried her.
“Nothing.” He shook his head and wiped his eyes. “You ready?”
“Yep.” She nodded and smiled.
For most of her life, Dean had been told how much she looked like him but now all he could see was Cas. She had his smile and his wide blue eyes with his grace swimming beneath them. He was so proud of the hunter and person she had become.
Faith reached out and took Dean’s hand. With a gut-flipping fly they landed outside Abaddon’s current base. It looked empty.
“Where are the demons?” Dean slipped his hand into his jacket for the demon blade. It was too quiet for his liking.
“They’re here.” She could practically smell them. They were inside, a lot of them. “Let’s go.”
Dean followed Faith as they went around the building. Faith was reaching for the door when another sense hit her like a punch to the chest. She gasped and pulled her hand back.
“What is it?” Dean looked at her in concern.
“There’s angel binding inside. I can feel it.” The senses she had of the demons inside disappeared and she felt blind. “They just put it up.”
“So they most likely know we’re coming or here.” Dean had a bad feeling. “Maybe we should wait and catch her somewhere else?”
“No!” She took out her angel blade. “We’re here and we’re doing this.” She looked at him. “I know how to fight as a human. I had good teachers.”
He smiled. “Hopefully.” He let out a breath and nodded to her. “Alright, let’s go.”
They had barely made it through the door before they were bombarded with demons. The plan they had made had gone out the window when Faith lost her powers so now it was all improvising. Dean was separated from Faith quickly and fought his way through the pack as she went the opposite direction.
Faith tried to keep Dean in sight, but she was too busy fighting the demons off around her and she lost him. She kicked and stabbed anything close and killed at least a dozen of them before she caught sight of red hair disappearing around a corner. Anger flared through her and she knocked all of the demons out of her way as she chased the red hair.
Dean had managed to only take a few punches and was bleeding minimally. His current opponent backed him down a hallway off the room he had entered. The demon charged and Dean braced himself. His back hit the wall hard enough to jar his bones painfully. He was too old for this. He stabbed forward and dug the demon blade into the demon’s chest.
He pushed the body away from him and took a second to breathe. Fighting and screaming still sounded up the hall and Dean had to go and help Faith. As he passed a door to his right, it opened and he was pulled inside roughly.
He only had time to gasp before he was being punched and kicked from three directions. The blade flew from his hand and his head collided with the wall in a crack. He landed on the floor and looked up to see Jesse standing nearby with only a slightly shocked face. Three other demons were the ones attacking him but Jesse stood by and did nothing to help. His hatred for him deepened.
Dean was just able to get his holy water and throw it at them before his vision started to blur. One of the demons yelled and pain shot through his chest. Dean hadn’t even heard the gunshot. He heard some faint shouting thuds before it was quiet and he lost consciousness.
Faith ran down a maze of halls chasing the red hair. Cruel laugher echoed as she ran and it only fueled Faith’s anger. She rounded a corner and was met with a powerful punch to the face. She hit the ground with a grunt and scrambled to pick up her blade.
Abaddon laughed and kicked it away. She grabbed Faith by her jacket and pulled her up to her knees. “I can’t believe you actually came in knowing you would be powerless.” Her smile was all teeth as she laughed again. “So pathetic.”
The next punch didn’t hurt as much as the first and Faith spat the blood in her mouth back at Abaddon. The knight sank her red nails into Faith’s neck and stood to kick the nephilim in the chest.
“Did you really think it would be so easy to kill me?” She shook her head and walked to stand next to Faith’s head as she laid on the floor.
“Maybe not, but I will kill you one day. I don’t care how long it takes. I will kill you.” Pain shot through her with every breath and she could feel the blood running from her neck. She hoped Dean was okay.
“We’ll see about that.” She looked off down the hall like she heard something and smiled. When Faith blinked, she was gone.
It had gotten quiet, much too quiet. Faith sat up slowly and picked up her blade. She didn’t have any serious injuries and she needed to find Dean. As she pushed herself up to stand, running footsteps came up the hall and she poised herself to throw her blade. She cocked her arm back and almost threw it when the man looked at her and she recognized him.
“Jesse?” She whispered it, like she thought saying it louder might shatter the illusion.
“Faith.” He smiled in relief and rushed to her.
“You’re okay.” She laughed and lunged forward to wrap him in a tight hug. “I knew you would be here.”
Aside from the slightly thinner appearance, Jesse looked just like he had when she had last seen him. He hugged her back briefly before pulling back with a sad look on his face.
“What is it?”
“You need to come with me.” He took her hand and led her down the hall quickly. He neared an open door and stopped to look at her. “I have to warn you, there were a few demons in there and I couldn’t help him.”
“What are you talking about?” Fear pounded in her chest. She tried to push around him but Jesse stopped her. “Move.”
“Just wait…”
“Move!” She shoved him and ran into the room. She dropped her blade at the sight in front of her. Her dad was on the ground with blood all around him. Three demons were dead around him and the demon blade was in his hand. She knew he had to be dead.
He made a pained noise and turned his head to face her. “Faith?”
“Dad!” Hope went through her again as she rushed to kneel at his side. “I thought…”
“Are you okay?” His voice cracked and bruises were blossoming all over his face.
“I’m fine, Dad. I chased down Abaddon, but she got away. All the other demons are gone.” She took his hand. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get her next time.” She was about to try and stand to move him to where she could heal him but he pulled on her arm.
“Don’t.” He took a labored breath as tears filled his eyes. “It’s too late, Faith. I can’t do this anymore.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t do this, not again. “No, don’t you dare do this to me. I can fix this, fix you.”
He reached his hand up and brushed through her long hair, staining it like Cas had done five years past. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s over for me. You can do this. You’re ready.”
“No I can’t. What am I supposed to do without you?” Tears fell down her face and she held his hand tighter.
“Fight. Kill Abaddon. Don’t just send her to Hell or close the gates, kill her.”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Take care of my car. Don’t let her die.”
Faith let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob. “She’ll run as long as I do.”
He smiled and glanced behind her. He saw Jesse hovering in the doorway and he glared at him. “Faith, listen,” he pulled her closer, “be careful. Jesse needs to be handled with care.” His voice was getting fainter and his vision was fading. “Be smart, survive.” He took a couple short breaths and each grew harder to take. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Dad.” She kissed his bloody hand. “Hug Poppa for me.”
Dean smiled. “Promise.” He blinked a couple times. He felt so tired. His head fell to the side and he closed his eyes.
“Dad?” Faith felt his grip loosen and his breath stopped. “Dad? Daddy?!” She dropped his hand and curled over his chest. She screamed and sobbed loudly and vowed to not let this go unanswered for.
Dean woke up slowly, like he had been sleeping for years. The couch he was sleeping on was rough and made his back pop as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember what he had been doing before this.
He took in his surroundings and was confused. He was in Rufus’ cabin in Montana. Early morning light came in through the windows across the room and he heard the distant sound of voices. He stood and walked over to the window.
Sam was outside chasing a toddler aged Faith as she squealed and avoided his grasp. Dean’s heart clenched as he realized what must have happened. He laughed as his younger brother tripped and stumbled after his daughter.
“About time you got up.”
His heart pounded violently as he recognized that voice. He turned and saw a smiling Castiel leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room. He was young, much younger than when he died.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you up here?” He smiled wide and glowed with happiness.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice broke over the name and tears fell from his eyes.
“Dean.” He frowned and rushed to him. “Don’t cry.” He wiped the tears away and cupped his face gently.
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and pulled him in for a desperate kiss. It had been five years since he lost Cas and he would never let him go again. Cas laughed into their kiss and Dean lifted him off the floor, making him wrap his arms around Dean’s neck.
Cas laughed and pulled his head away. “I missed you too.”
“I’m dead aren’t I?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer.
Cas nodded. “Afraid so.” Dean lowered him back to the floor. “How long has it been? Time moved differently up here.”
“Five years.” Dean had felt every day like a year. He grabbed Cas’ face and kissed him again. “It’s been five years, Cas.” He leaned his forehead against Cas and felt tears forming again.
“What about Faith? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s okay. Abaddon’s not though. I wish I could just go down there and…”
Cas put a hand over Dean’s mouth and shushed him. “Stop. We’re in Heaven, Dean. We have to leave it up to her now. She’s very capable, I’m assuming.”
“She is.” He ran a hand down Cas’ chest, having missed the feeling. “How old are you anyway?” He smiled as Cas bowed his head.
“Around thirty. Younger than Jimmy was when I took him as a vessel. Unless, I’m wrong,” he looked at Dean, “that’s how old you are now too.”
Dean furrowed his brows and stepped away from Cas. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was true. He looked like he did when Cas pulled him from Hell. The hair he had that was graying was gone and the wrinkles around his eyes and forehead were much less noticeable.
“Most people revert to that age in Heaven. It tends to be the happiest and best years of most lives. Families were growing and bodies were in good physical condition. Not all people follow that rule of course.” Cas stood in the doorway of the bathroom as Dean looked over his younger body.
“What about you then?” He turned to Cas. “You never were thirty, and not in Jimmy’s body.”
Cas shrugged. “Maybe it works the same since I died in his body.” He stepped closer and took Dean’s hand. “Come on. I have to show you something.”
“Hang on.” He pulled back on Cas’ hand and pulled him into another kiss. Cas laughed but kissed him back. Dean held the back of Cas’ head and deepened the kiss.
Cas groaned and gripped Dean’s jacket to pull him closer. He found himself being walked back to the wall. His back hit the wall and Dean pressed himself into Cas fully.
“I missed you so much.” Dean whispered against Cas’ lips and ran his hands over his chest and stomach.
“I know.” He covered Dean’s hands with his and turned away from the wall and stepped away. “I promise that we’ll have more than enough time for this later, but I need to show you something right now.”
“What?” Dean really just wanted to keep holding and kissing Cas but he let himself be led out of the bathroom and to their old bedroom. The markings made with white chalk on the door brought back memories and Dean inhaled sharply as he realized where he was going.
Cas pushed open the door and pulled Dean through it. The familiar smell of beer hit him first and Dean couldn’t help but smile when he saw the interior of Harvelle’s.
“About damn time. I thought you’d gotten lost.”
Dean looked at the bar and smiled as Ash shook his head and looked at Cas. “Ash?”
“Who else would it be?” He smiled and set a beer on the bar for Dean. “Took you long enough to come back, Dean.”
“I did my best.” Dean sat at the bar and opened the beer. Cas remained standing behind him. “How’s it been?”
“Oh you know, pretty good, man.” Ash downed a can of beer in one go and tossed it behind him. “By the way, the list of people wanting to see you is gettin’ pretty long.”
“What?”
Cas walked around the bar and through another door with markings on it. Dean stood up slowly and held his breath. The door opened again a few seconds later and Dean felt the huge grin spread across his face.
Cas came through the door with a line of people following. He stopped to hold the door open for the group entering. Ellen was the first and she looked the same as she had when she had stayed with Jo to blow up the hardware store in Missouri. Jo was right behind her and smiled at Cas as she passed.
“Dean.” Ellen pulled him down for a hug and patted his back. “You’ve got a lot of stories I need to hear.”
“You bet.” He pulled back and looked at Jo as she approached. “Jo.”
She smiled and stopped just short of the hug he had expected. “I know I said make it later, but this was a little ridiculous.” They both laughed and she moved forward for a tight hug.
“I have been dying to see you again.”
Dean looked up and saw Pamela approaching. “Me too, Pamela.”
She walked up to him. “I also have permission from Cas to do this as well.” Dean looked confused as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Dean kept his hands out as Pamela kissed him and pulled back with a smile. “I figured he owed me for blinding me.”
Dean looked at Cas and saw him smiling and shaking his head. The next person to pass through the door was one of the exceptions to the thirty year old rule. He patted Cas’ arm as he walked by and was still wearing his old tattered hat.
“Bobby.” Dean felt tears welling up again as Bobby got closer, looking just like he had when they had burned his flask. They met in a hug. Dean didn’t realize how much he had missed him until now.
When Bobby stepped back, he asked, “How’s Sam?”
“Good. Married and has a son, Henry. He hasn’t hunted in a long time.” At the mention of Sam, Dean felt a pang of regret at him having to see Dean like he had been and to burn him. He knew that he would be there for Faith though and that made him feel a little better.
“Move aside, old man.” A young man pushed Bobby aside and nodded at Dean. “Hey, I couldn’t miss this.”
At Bobby’s eye roll, Dean knew who it was. “Rufus?” He smiled and nodded. “Wow, I didn’t recognize you.” He held a hand out and Rufus shook it.
“Yeah, most of them didn’t. I was different at this age.”
“He never lets me forget that either.” Bobby crossed his arms and rolled his eyes again.
Dean laughed. He looked around at the group and felt so happy that he could spend all the time there was with these people. This was his family, and eventually Sam would join him too.
“Dean.” Cas was still holding the door open and another woman walked through that surprised him.
“Oh my god.” Dean moved through the group and met the girl before she got around the bar. “Jessica?”
She looked the same as when Dean saw her at Stanford. She smiled and nodded. “I was having dinner with my family when Cas found me and brought me here. I was a little more than surprised.”
“I bet.” He didn’t know if he should hug her or not and she just looked at him sweetly. “I’m glad to see you. I know Sam will be too when he gets here.”
“Hopefully that won’t be for a while.”
“Yeah.” He looked at Cas and held out his arms. “Is that it?”
“Just a couple more.” His eyes sparkled. “They were hard to find, but we eventually got it.” He looked at Ash and he toasted him from the bar.
“Who?” Jessica touched his arm gently as she moved out of the way. Dean watched the glowing doorway and tried to think of who could possibly be left. He thought everyone was here. Two forms began to take shape and Dean’s legs started to shake. He knew who it was.
They walked in hand in hand and their faces grew clearer. A younger John and Mary entered the bar and walked to their oldest son. They looked a few years older than they were when Dean and Sam traveled back in time.
John moved forward first and hugged Dean close. Dean returned it and buried his face in his dad’s neck. Tears were falling down his face now. Last time he had been to Heaven, Ash hadn’t been able to find them, so Dean hadn’t expected to see them again.
John stepped back and grabbed Dean’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, Dean. Everything you’ve done since I left and the family you’ve made for yourself and for Sam. You’re a better father than I ever was.”
Dean shook his head. “You were the best you could be, Dad.”
“Yeah, and that wasn’t good enough.” He waved a hand when Dean wanted to speak again. “Your mother’s been bugging me about you since we got here.” He stepped aside and Mary bounded to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.
“Mom.” Dean sobbed and couldn’t hold her tight enough.
She shushed him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s okay, Dean. I’m so happy to see you.”
He kissed her cheek and continued the hug. She laughed and let him. Eventually, he let her go and stepped back. Cas put an arm around his waist, having shut the door already.
“I love him too, by the way.” She looked at Cas and smiled.
“Yeah, me too.” Dean looked at Cas resisted the urge to kiss him again.
“Are we gonna just stand here or are we gonna have some drinks and see who can beat me at pool?” Rufus was sitting on a bar stool and holding a beer.
They all laughed and took bets on who they thought would win. They stayed at Harvelle’s for hours, playing pool, drinking, and swapping stories. Dean had quite a few to add from the years Cas had missed. Dean could see himself doing this forever, and he actually had that option.
Eventually, a few of them wanted to return to their Heavens and they decided to meet again soon and show Dean around the various places. Cas took his hand and led him back to their Heaven. This time they landed in the bunker.
“So, how are you feeling about being dead?” Cas leaned against the door he closed.
“Not too bad, honestly.” He smiled and looked around the bunker, wondering what memory this was. He heard distant sounds of Sam talking and Faith but he was interrupted when Cas wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
Dean returned it and wouldn’t let anything stop him from kissing Cas again. He pushed Cas back and picked up where they had left off before. He kissed his neck and loved the sounds of his gasps and moans that he hadn’t heard in so long.
“Dean, please.” Cas curled his fingers in Dean’s hair and thrusted his hips forward. “I need you now.” He moaned as Dean bit his neck. “It’s been too long.”
“Anything you want, Cas.” He stepped back and pulled Cas with him to their room. He pushed him to the bed and quickly threw off his clothes as Cas took of his own. Dean crawled up over the bed and straddled Cas.
Cas reached up and pulled Dean down for a rough kiss. His hand moved to wrap around his dick and stroked him in slow motions. Dean moaned into their kiss and rocked his hips, causing friction for Cas to rub into.
“Cas.” Dean braced himself with a hand on either side of Cas’ head as his breathing quickened and he felt a fire spreading through his body.
He put his hands on Dean’s hips and guided him to seat himself on Cas’ now hard dick. Dean hesitated. “It’s okay, Dean. Trust me.”
Dean nodded and reached back to line Cas up and pushed himself down. Cas entered him without a problem or pain. Dean moaned loudly and gripped the sheets tightly.
“We’re not here in a physical sense, Dean.” Cas gasped between words as Dean began to move. “We’re technically just souls. Two souls making…”
“Cas, just shut up.” Dean laughed and kissed him to keep him quiet. Pleasure coursed through him as he thrusted back onto Cas faster. Every move felt like he was hitting his prostate. It really was Heaven. “Fuck.” He moaned and thrusted down harder, making Cas cry out and dig his nails into Dean’s back.
“Dean, please. Ugh, feels so good.” Cas clenched his eyes shut and pushed up to meet Dean’s moves. It didn’t take long for them both to feel an orgasm building. They both moved faster and cried out as they finally came.
Dean growled against Cas’ neck as his whole body sang of pleasure, like no orgasm he had ever felt in his life. He noticed something else and looked down at Cas’ stomach in confusion.
“We’re not bodies, Dean.” Cas seemed to sense his question of why he felt the orgasm but there was no evidence of it on Cas. “Much cleaner and more intense.”
“Yeah.” Dean moved to lay next to Cas. He didn’t feel any more tired than when he arrived. He figured they wouldn’t need to sleep either. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“That’s good. Because you don’t have a choice.” He laughed and kissed Dean briefly. “You can finally rest. You’ve earned it.”
“So have you.” Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and was more than content to stay here forever.
The End