Razor Wire Shrine - Part Three
Title: Razor Wire Shrine
Author:
queengeekkeri
Artists:
tooquickly and
lennymechs
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Dean/OMC, Cas/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: All together 44,500
Warnings: Spoilers up to 5.4, m/m explicit sex, oral sex, angry sex, anal sex, blasphemy, drug abuse, violence, gore, more sex, angst, major character deaths (a few of the loved ones so be prepared), alcohol abuse, angry drunken sex, misrepresentation of God (maybe), Bottom!Dean, Top!Dean, Bottom!Cas, Top!Cas, suicide attempt, angsty ruff sex, more blasphemy and then sex, Dean puts Baby in the corner.
Summary: The year is 2014 and the Colt works. Dean kills the Devil but Cas refuses to let that be the end for Dean. Cas tries to make Dean see that he still has so much to live for and finds out that he has more to live for as well now that the apocalypse is over and humanity has a second chance.
I don’t own anything from Supernatural they all belong to Kripke & the CW. I just like to play with their toys. Thanks to @Maddeh and @AnimeChik27 for being my Alpha and Beta; without them this fic would have driven me crazy and Chitaqua would be spelled wrong a different way every time it is mentioned. I got the idea & the name of the Fic from Sarah McLaughlin’s song Building a Mystery. Everything about that song reminds me of 2014 Castiel. This is written for
dc_dystopia
Make sure to send some love to
tooquickly and
lennymechs for their awesome Artwork the can be found Here and Here.
Part Two
Part Three
Cas burst through The door of Deans cabin and the sight in front of him makes ice run through his veins. Dean hanging from a rope tied to a beam, his face is beet red and feet are kicking as his body struggles for air that the rope around his neck has cut off. Cas immediately grabs his legs to support the weight making the rope slack but not loosen. His shoulder is burning in pain holding up the man as he reaches for his bowie knife on his hip bringing it up to cut the rope. The whole time Dean is fighting him trying to push him away so the rope can do its job but Cas wins and Dean falls to the floor with a heavy thunk. First thing Cas does is take the rope from around Dean’s neck as he is crumpled in a ball from the fall gasping for oxygen and coughing. That first gasp of air is like music to Cas’ ears knowing he’d gotten there on time; it makes him say a silent thank you to his bastard of a Father for at least letting him keep a little of his grace and his link with Dean.
The relief is short lived though as Dean opens his eyes locking them onto Cas and sneering at him. “Asshole!! Why couldn’t you just let me die?” The anger and pain and hate in that statement drives Cas to his breaking point.
Cas bends over Dean picking him up by his shirt and slamming him into the closest wall, which really isn’t that close, the driving force sends a shooting pain through Dean’s already aching body, his head which is still catching up from lack of oxygen bounces hard enough that he thinks he might have a concussion. Cas is pissed off more then he ever thought was possible and everything that has happened over the past few years comes bubbling to the surface like liquid hot magma. “I rebelled for you, got cut off from heaven for YOU. I LOST MY GRACE FOR YOU.” He is yelling by the last part his voice deep and grating and raw. He punches Dean in the gut pushing his shoulders back against the wall again when he buckles over from the pain. “NOW YOU TRY TO JUST CHECK OUT? DO YOU WANT A ONE WAY TICKET RIGHT BACK INTO THE PIT BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE YOU’LL GO IF YOU DO THAT. I WON’T BE THERE TO DRAG YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THERE THIS TIME.” Breathing heavy from the anger and adrenaline Cas looks into Dean’s eyes and all he sees is resignation, fear, and pain as they glisten with tears from both the beating his body has taken and Cas’ harsh words.
Dean is broken there is no doubt about it. The distant gaze of the past day is gone and all that is left is misery and regret. “I’m done Cas. I just want it to be over. None of us were supposed to make it back from that mission. You took that away from me. You should have left me to die.”
Cas’ anger snaps back to full force at this declaration and he turns throwing Dean across the room. “I should have left you? Is that it? I should have left you to die like you left me?” He walks over to Dean who is on the floor where he landed and hasn’t gotten up yet. Cas pulls him up by his collar and punches him in the jaw then again in this time connecting with his cheek. “What am I supposed to do? Did you ever think about me Dean? Your angel that you threw away when I stopped being useful? I gave everything for you and this is what you give me?”
Dean’s voice is ragged from the noose and high emotions. “I had to stop caring Cas. I had to push you away. I couldn’t stand to lose you too so I shut it down and made you hate me; for both our sakes.”
A shooting pain of emotions cuts through Cas’ grace and again he knows it is Dean. He hasn’t felt his grace in so long because the drugs muted the sliver that was left but now he feels it at full force with his sobriety. He pulls Dean up to his feet and pushes him against the wall not as forcefully as before but still quite ruff. Dean doesn’t stop him when Cas crashes their lips together and takes what he wants from him. Their tongues duel for control but only for a moment before Cas slams his body into Deans letting him know that this is his show. Dean concedes and places his palms flat against the wall as if granting him access. Cas’ body is pushed so tightly against his that Dean can feel his hardness pressed against his thigh as Cas begins to rub in a circular pattern. Dean can’t stifle his moan. One thing he’d always loved about Cas was his ability to know exactly how and where to touch on his body. Angelic advantage he always assumed. Everything is hard and quick the rutting and biting; Cas’ hands gripping Dean’s warm body sure to leave a trail of bruises.
Finally Cas pulls back, his irises lust blow, panting through slick kiss bitten red lips, he looks half crazed but in this moment this is all Dean needs to feel alive. Dean surges forward and captures Cas’ lips again wrapping his arms around his neck pushing Cas back toward the cot they shared the night before and so many nights years ago. Cas lets Dean push him but when his legs make contact instead of falling back he spins Dean around and pushes him on the bed instead. Cas rips his shirt over his head ignoring the slice of pain emanating from his shoulder and unfastens his pants before climbing on top of Dean and undressing him with haste. Both men clad in only boxers and scars fall back together rutting and kissing, biting and sucking. Leaving bruises and scratch marks in their wake. Cas remembers a time when he felt like he and Dean were making love and falling into each others arms to keep their sadness at bay but now this is raw fucking to remind themselves they are still alive. Cas nips at Dean’s puckered nipples licking soothing strokes over them only to nip again making Dean hiss in both pleasure and pain. He continues to trail his tongue down his sternum biting his hip bone hard enough to leave indents for at least a day or two. He hooks his fingers under the band of Dean’s boxers and yanks them down unceremoniously making Dean’s red leaking erection bauble twice before stiffly facing his stomach. Dean damn near chokes out a cry that sounds an awful lot like the sound a little girl makes when she skins her knee, when Cas engulfs his warm wet mouth around his cock without pretense. He jumps right in sucking him down before licking the underside to the head and twirling around the tip. After Dean, Cas only slept with women but he’d got a lot of blow jobs and learned a few techniques, not like he needed them but it goes to show you can teach an old angel new tricks. Dean is moaning and writhing under Cas’ ministrations; the pure bliss of not only being touched but it finally being Cas again after so long of closing him off nearly becoming his undoing bringing this to a very early finish.
Cas spits on two fingers slicking them up as he swallows Dean down. The first press against Dean’s hole is slow as he circles the outside edges massaging them into accepting his intrusion. But the initial push into his tight heat brings on a painful burning that snaps Dean right out of his bliss as he concentrates on relaxing. Cas watches him even though there is still so much anger between them and he was just beating the hell out of him a few minutes ago he would never want to hurt Dean this way. Rough sex can be therapeutic when it’s consenting and right now they are in for a long overdue therapy session. Less than a minute later Dean is pushing back against Cas urging him to continue to which Cas complies fingering his hole open then adding a second and scissoring them before adding a third using only spit for lubrication but that doesn’t seem to matter as their bodies and lust heats up.
Dean is moaning like a whore; the wetness around his eyes is from both pleasure and pain but the line between that is too blurred at this moment so he follows his bodies’ command for release. “Cas… Fuck Cas... I need you.” Dean pulls Cas into another kiss the ache in his jaw walking that blurred line and as their tongues slip and slide together Cas presses lightly at first, his head passing smoothly through the ring of muscles but then Dean grinds out from behind their kiss, “Just do it” and that is all Cas needs to hear, slamming into Dean hard and fast and to the hilt, Dean’s scream muffled by Cas’ mouth. Cas holds steady for a few seconds before rocking his body moving less then an inch in either direction but it’s enough that Dean is clawing at his back sobbing from the sudden fullness.
“Dean?” Cas moans, his voice low and grating, he looks completely debauched, not a hint of blue left around his black blown irises. He cups Dean’s swollen cheek and looks into his eyes but doesn’t stop moving. Once Dean focuses on him, Cas pulls out and pushes back in this time at a slower pace but it’s still painful and Cas can feel Dean’s muscles clenching around him as he moves in and out over and over again. Eventually, after a minute or two, Dean’s grunts of pain turn into pleasure and he even rocks his hips back into Cas, who is aimed precisely at his prostate and ramming into it with such ferocity that it is a wonder the two of them don’t spontaneously combust from the kinetic energy.
The pain is drowned out by the pleasure which is being caused by the pain. If only Freud could have met Dean Winchester and his angel. The room is filled with the sound of slapping flesh and moans, the scent of blood and sweat and sex hanging in the air so thick you could swim through it or bottle and sell it as an aphrodisiac. Cas is almost there, he feels the heat coiling in his stomach; he moves his hand and begins stoking Dean’s cock that has been bobbing untouched and leaking pre-come all over his stomach. Dean doesn’t last long at the feeling of Cas’ calloused hand rubbing up and down his sensitive flesh. “Castiel” he calls out, his voice horse and fucked out as he comes, white strips painting up to his chest.
Cas loves hearing Dean moan, knowing that he’s the one giving his friend this much needed release, but it isn’t until Dean calls out his full angelic name that the coiling heat explodes and he empties himself inside the tight heat “Fuck. Dean. Fuck” He sputters out between gasps and stuttering hips as he milks the last of his load into the broken hunter under him. They collapse immediately; their wary bodies giving out from the high emotions and pain and accumulated lack of sleep. The sex was just what the two of them needed though neither of them would have admitted it to each other. It is always so complicated, their relationship, which consists of two people who need each other and belong together but always find ways to push each other away.
They don’t cuddle in their post coital bliss but they don’t move from being tangled with each other either. Neither of them fall asleep but they don’t talk either, it is almost as if nothing more needs to be said. Cas knows Dean will not try to kill himself again and Dean knows that Cas still cares for him even after two years of pushing him away. The two of them are helpless and hopeless except for when it comes to each other. They lay there in silence, the weight in the room being lifted with all the things that have been going unsaid between them dissipating.
Part Four