Children of the Wild Ones

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Chapter Nine

Sam had a big knowing grin when he saw Dean the next day but Dean promptly ignored him and directed Inias to fix all of the busted streetlights. Chuck on the other hand looked a little disturbed and it made Dean wonder just what his dreams showed him these days. The thought of Chuck getting porn of him and Cas beamed into his head made him wanna throw up in his mouth, so he decided not to think about it. Maybe Chuck was just being Chuck.

Besides Dean was happy and that wasn’t something he could have ever said before. The last time he’d felt even a tiny bit of happiness had been in Heaven when he and a younger Sam had let off firecrackers. He’d been dead at the time so, yeah, talk about depressing. But now he could say it and think it and know that it was real. The world was going to Hell in a red eye infected hand basket and that was totally fucked up, but he felt okay. He felt like things in his inner circle would be okay. That he had a handle on everything.

Sometimes Famine’s words would echo in his ears and no matter how hard he thought otherwise, he figured they had to be true. Sure assholes like that lied but why else hadn’t he been affected by the horsemen’s power when literally everyone else had. Even Cas.

“I can see how broken you are. How defeated. You can’t win and you know it. But you just keep fighting…just keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry Dean because inside you’re already dead.”

Fuck him. Dean Winchester was not dead inside and he was hungry like a wolf-to get corny. It was weird because he’d fucken dwelled on those words secretly to himself for a while, especially while Sam was screaming his head off in the panic room. And honestly he hadn’t seen a way around them but now-now it was almost as clear as crystal. He did eat when he was hungry, drink when he was thirsty and screw around when he had the urge; and he hadn’t felt the urge that day. He hadn’t needed anything because what he’d wanted-what he hadn’t let himself really want-was there all along.

Castiel.

It’s too early in the day to be thinking this deep. I got laid last night, why am I not focusing on that?

He didn’t realize he was grinning like an idiot and lifting large heavy white barrels full of water into the back of a truck-by himself-until he noticed a group of little kids gawking at him like he was Superman. Some things were easier to tap into nowadays such as strength and healing, even when he wasn’t paying attention. Castiel said he was just getting used to having grace leaking into his veins.

“Hey.” He said to the kids. “I uh, I ate my Wheaties.”

They giggled and ran off, chasing behind a bouncing basketball. Dean snorted; still not a care in the world. Lucky them.

Wiping grits off his hand, Dean glanced over to where Castiel was nursing his garden and smiled. He looked kinda adorable tending to his seeds but Dean couldn’t help but wonder if this was the sorta life he really wanted. Stuck on Earth with a bunch of jittery people, growing vegetables and fruits instead of commanding armies or whatever. Was it a good trade off? He did look…serene. Peaceful. Maybe taking it easy after almost an eternity of killing and smiting would suit him. Not that anything would be easy anymore but compared to fighting demons, Crotes were the lesser evil.

Kinda.

Castiel tilted his head to the side as if he could feel someone looking at him and then their eyes met. The angel smiled and Dean smirked, wondering if they were thinking the same thing. From the way Cas’ cheeks flushed pink he figured that was an affirmative. It made him wanna go over and pin him against the first available surface and screw his brains out. It had been ages since he’d wanted a man like he wanted Cas. Usually because it was easier to pick up chicks and he didn’t have to worry about any sort of panic afterwards. And well none of them had ever raised him from perdition.

“Well, well, well…” Came a sing song voice behind him. “Look at you and my little brother making eyes at each other. About damn time you both got your head out of your asses.”

Dean sighed and turned around. “Gabriel. Where the hell have you been for the last few weeks?”

Gabriel smiled, shrugging. “Here. There. Everywhere. Kali knows all of the best places to party. I’m trying to stay on her good side now that she knows I’m an angel. Or what passes for her good side anyway.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. So why pop in now? We’ve got things under control…”

Gabriel folded his arms over his chest. “Just checking on my bros. Heard some of them have been jumping ship to follow you. Considering the stick that has always been lodged up Raphael’s butt I’d say it’s about time. So…how ya fairing?”

Okay this is weird. “You wanna know how I’m doing? Why? Always got the impression you kinda hated me.”

The Archangel waved a hand. “I just liked busting your chops ‘cause it was so easy. Besides, Dean you’re chocked full of Michael and…after what happened with Lucifer maybe I’m just not in the mood to get into another bitch fit with one of my brothers.”

Dean stared at him, unsettled by this side of Gabriel even though he could understand what he was saying. “You know I’m not really your brother right?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Close enough.” Clapping his hands together, he slapped on a smile and gazed around. “Interesting little place you got here though. All rugged and stuff. This your idea?”

Deciding to humor him since he had solved their Satan problem, Dean nodded. “Mostly, yeah. Could be worse I suppose.”

Gabriel snickered. “True. Heh and I’m sure with the wing squad it’s a little easier. You know some of these dudes I don’t even remember. I know that sounds bad but there were just so many and I’ve been outta Heaven for so long. Ran and never looked back until I thought all the fighting could be finally over. Oh well.”

“How come you remembered Cas?”

“Heh Castiel was always a little weird. Always interested in humans…”

“Oh.”

“Ooh don’t get jealous, Deano. You’re the only one he ever gave it all up for. He just-he made an impression.”

“Can I ask you something and get a straight answer?”

“You can try!”

Geeze. “Do you think Cas is okay doing what he is doing? Tending to a garden and shit?”

Gabriel looked to the angel in question. “Why not? You know I left because of all the politics. I joined up with the Pagans because at the time they were having a weird sort of harmony.” Pause. “When you’ve been in battle as long as we have there does come a point when you do just wanna rest. Do all angels want that? No. But they don’t know any better. Castiel does. And these ones you got following you around like lost puppies? I think they’ll get it eventually too.”

Dean couldn’t help but smirk because at that moment Rachel walked by with Chuck following her; in her hands a fat yellow Twinkie. She appeared to be actually considering eating it. “Heh yeah. As long as they’re not itching for war or whatever. I mean I know we’re gonna have trouble but I hope those times are few and far between.”

Gabriel slapped him on the shoulder. “I don’t think they are itching for war. And I especially think Castiel is happy. I’d say I don’t get it but for as strange as humans can be, you guys had a few good ideas. Ice cream for one…and sex swings.”

Dean laughed. He was beyond surprised that they were having such a civil conversation. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but you actually made me feel better.”

Gabriel sent him a look. “Yeah yeah. We’re brothers now Deano. For the most part. You uh-I know you didn’t wanna be in charge of saving the world or anything but you seem to be doing a good job. You’re a leader, Dean, a General and that was without Michael’s grace. Anyway I just wanted to check in and see if everyone was still alive. I guess if you need me you can call me. But don’t abuse it okay?”

Dean grinned. “Sure. Thanks, Gabriel.”

Saluting him, Gabriel winked and disappeared.

Dragging a hand through his dirty blonde hair, Dean exhaled slowly. It was odd to think that Gabriel had his back but then again things had been odd for most of his life. Besides it was way better than being shoved into reruns of Doctor Sexy.

Spying Sam over by the electric fence they were trying to get set up around the entire camp, he strolled over. “Hey. How’s it going?”

Sam cleared his throat and motioned to the three men currently helping. “Pretty good. I know we could have got Inias to snap it down but a couple of the guys wanted to help. Pitch in, ya know?” Dean nodded and he continued, “Was that Gabriel I saw you talking to?”

Dean licked his lips. “Yup. He was…nice. Guess Kali’s been keeping him satisfied if you know what I mean.”

Sam cracked a smile. “Uh yeah. But hey that’s good. I’ll take that over eternal Tuesdays.”

Dean didn’t remember any of that-dying over a hundred times-but he could see the Trickster pulling that crap. “I think I’m gonna go to Bobby’s and see if they place is still standing. Wanna tag along?”

Sam nodded. “Okay. I was wondering when you were gonna get cabin fever and wanna take the Impala for a spin. Think we’ll run into any trouble? Roadblocks and stuff?”

It was a possibility. “I hope not but if we do I’ll just pop us back here. Might take a few but it would happen eventually.”

His brother chuckled. “I have faith in you, Dean. I mean you seem to have the art of blowing light bulbs down to an art.”

“You’re just mad you and Sarah aren’t blowing light bulbs yet.” Dean wiggled his brows. “I bet if her dad has anything to say about it you never will.”

“Shut up, Dean.” Sam ducked his head but he was smiling. “Mr. Blake is glad that we managed to save them. Now that he knows what we really do he’s not so stuck up anymore.”

“Hard to be stuck up when you’re living in a kiddie cabin.” Dean mused. “But that’s cool. Whatever keeps the peace.”

“Boys!” Bobby stepped out onto the small porch of his home. “We’ve got a visitor.”

Dean grunted and waited for Sam to put down his hammer before walking with him to Bobby’s cabin. Inside neither of them were shocked to find Crowley perched on a table, looking around distastefully. “Ah boys,” he said as they entered. “Long time no see. Happy you still appear to be in one piece.”

Sam leaned against the wall. “And what have you been up to?”

The demon blinked at him. “I’ve taken my business international while it’s still possible. I have missed out on quite a few deals however from those that want me to return things to the way they used to be. Or to cure infected family members. You two chuckleheads are slowly driving me out of business.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah we’re real sorry about that. By the way, you make any deals here and you’re getting a one way ticket back to Hell.”

Crowley clasped his hands together in his lap. “Right. Well there are a few bright spots for you lot. Word has it the infected are so rabid that they are driving monsters into hiding. Apparently they’ll eat or beat anything in sight. Demons have even taken to laying low.”

I bet if Lucifer was still alive they’d be flocking around him for protection. “Small silver lining I guess.”

Crowley grinned. “Whatever helps you get into bed at night. Speaking of beds…” He turned to Bobby. “I hear a cute little Sheriff has been sharing yours. And here I thought our newfound camaraderie meant something.”

Bobby flushed, flustered. “Blow it out your ass, idjit.”

Crowley pretended to be offended. “Well I can see when I’m not wanted. Though the fact that I can get in here at all must mean I am. Thanks for that, chaps. Never know when I might need to escape the big bad world.”

Sam’s brows drew together. “What’s it like out there? We’ve been sending the angels to help people so we haven’t checked.”

Crowley shrugged. “It is what you would expect I suppose. Some areas have been decimated by Crotes and those that haven’t are in complete lock down. I think they have realized it’s in the blood but as you well know, that can’t be detected until it’s too late. It’s spreading fast-more are infected than first realized-and the lovely humans are becoming antsy. Gun sales have gone up.”

Dean smoothed a hand across his face. Great; that was just what they needed. Red eyed nut jobs and assholes acting like John Wayne. Yeah they totally had the right to protect themselves but yeesh, did no one get how wrong things could go? How many innocent people would probably die because of some trigger happy ass hat that couldn’t tell the difference between pink eye and a Crote?

Sam pursed his lips together. “Do you know how many states have reported infected?”

Crowley made a face. “Who do I look like? Diane Sawyer? Let’s just say it would take a pretty big sponge to suck up this mess. I wouldn’t get my hopes up that it won’t spread to other countries eventually.”

Bobby snorted. “We sailed that boat a long time ago. Right now we’re just tryin’ to survive. Other hunters are fairing about as good as we have thanks to the angels. They don’t trust ‘em much but they know I’d never steer ‘em wrong. Try not to anyways.” A beat. “Guess all we can do is keep doing what we’re doing. Soon those bastards will outnumber us.”

It was a scary thought but a reality that Dean knew they were facing. Snuffing out those already infected worked but it wasn’t a long term fix. There was no long term fix…not yet anyway. “Well, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.”

Grinning, Crowley pulled several Cuban cigars out of his pocket. “I could drink to that. Bobby?”

Bobby groaned but shuffled towards one of his many boxes to look for his booze. Dean shook his head and exited the cabin with Sam behind him, both brothers sullen at the news they’d just received. However as usual Sam tried to look on the bright side. “Least we’re helping those we can. It’s what we’ve always done. We can’t save everyone…”

I wish we could. “Yeah, I know Sammy. Doesn’t make me feel any better though.”

Sam patted his shoulder. “Me either. But I think we should take a win where we can get it. And things could always change. We don’t know much about the virus except that it’s demon based. We might find a way to destroy it.”

Dean really, really wanted to believe that. “Keep hope alive I suppose. And if there is anything left of the world by then maybe it’ll get back on track. At least food wise anyway. Hey we could open our own Biggersons.”

His brother chuckled lowly. “You know I wasn’t supposed to tell you this but I’m pretty sure Cas is gonna try to grow an apple tree.”

Green eyes widened. “For pie?”

Sam laughed. “For apple stuff but yes, pie is included if you can find the other stuff.”

“I’ll teleport to Germany for it if I have to. Maybe we should stock up. Not like we can’t use everything we can get our hands on.”

“At least you have your priorities in order.”

“Oh shut up! I might get pie! Having pie is a priority so…yeah. Whatever. Shut up.”

~*~

The hair on the back of Castiel’s neck prickled whenever a demon was near, his nostrils burning with the smell of sulfur. His first response was to call for his angel sword until he realized it was most likely Crowley because the brothers and Bobby would never allow any other demon into the camp. Dean hadn’t been happy with letting Crowley in but Bobby thought it would be a good idea to keep abreast of the actions of other demons. Castiel imagined they were panicking like everyone else. Yes they couldn’t be infected but what fun was a world without humans or Lucifer?

Earlier he had seen Gabriel talking to Dean; felt the hum of Gabriel’s power washing over him and been honestly surprised to see him there at all. From what he knew about Gabriel he wasn’t a team player-at least where their team was concerned. But he remembered that Gabriel and Michael had been close once upon a time. Castiel could understand Gabriel needing more of a connection especially after defeating Lucifer. It’s one of the reasons he was so happy to have Inias, Balthazar and the others back into his life. Being with Dean was amazing and he wouldn’t change anything about it, but it was nice having some of his brothers and sisters around as well.

Even annoying ones like Gabriel…if he chose to continue coming around.

Castiel was content. Being an angel there was a certain serenity involved because you were supposed to constantly feel God’s love no matter where you were or the fact that you’d never seen him before. And for millennia he’d felt that love-or at least an approximation of that love-that was all based around faith. Even now he believed in God and God’s wisdom and mercy, but human love was so vastly different. Many angels turned up their noses at humans, thinking they were lesser creatures, never realizing what they were missing. Never realizing that base mortal affection could be so…overwhelming.

So comforting.

The Host’s love was cold and while it had sustained him for most of his unnatural life, it didn’t compare to the feeling of lying in Dean’s warm arms. Of being touched by him and kissed by him, of being shown how important he was and how much he was cared for. The angels would probably say but he’s so small and perhaps in the grand scheme of things he was small. But Dean loved fiercely and blisteringly; a love that could fuel stars.

I would never say this to him of course. He would become extremely uncomfortable. Well maybe I would say it and simply deal with the eye rolls.

He didn’t know if Dean loved him but he was alright assuming and there was nothing to point to his assumptions being wrong. Their interlude the previous night had been wonderful. Castiel had always viewed sex as a means to procreation even though he knew it was also had for pleasure. It had just never really interested him, or rather engaging in it with the other angels had never interested him. Neither had performing the act with Chastity but he supposed he would have done it out of curiosity more than anything else.

Yet now he was glad that Dean was going to be the one to help him with his sexual awakening. It made sense for it to be Dean. He wanted it to be Dean. Why bother with anyone else? He already knew that he…loved Dean. Rebelling to help humanity because it was the right thing to do was one thing, but he wouldn’t have done it for anyone other than Dean.

A shadow fell across him and he looked up to see Sam’s new female friend standing near with a small greeting smile on her pretty face. “Hello. I um, I’m Sarah.”

“Hello Sarah.” He replied. “I’m Castiel.”

Hesitantly she joined him on the steps where he sat. “Sam filled me in last night on everything that is going on. Pretty hard to believe but I’ve seen a painting come to life and try to kill me so…I wasn’t difficult to convince. I just um-out of all of this I find you and your friends to be the oddest. Not in a bad way but it’s not every day one gets to meet an angel.”

He hummed. “And yet you’ve met two.”

She grinned. “Yes I have. And it’s weird but kinda cool too. It’s nice to know there really is someone out there looking out for us. Besides the Winchesters.” She picked at her slightly dirty nails. “I hope you don’t mind me coming over.”

He shook his head, blue eyes calm. “No I do not mind. Some here seem to be unnerved by me-because of what I am-so it’s nice when someone wants to start a conversation. Dean spoke quite highly of you.”

Sarah smirked cheekily. “That’s good. I can still remember the first time I met him and Sam. They stood out like sore thumbs in my dad’s auction house; I kinda thought they were drifters or something. Sam was all floppy haired…like a puppy. And Dean was sorta cocky and shoving food into his mouth.” Castiel laughed and she continued, “But they saved my life and so many others. I always wondered what happened to them. Hoped they were okay.”

Castiel glanced to Bobby’s cabin. “They saved the world.”

“Yeah.” She said softly. “And they’re still doing it. I wanna help however I can. I doubt I could be a good hunter but maybe I could make stuff.”

“You’re welcomed to help me with my garden, if you wish.” He suggested. “Or you could help Chuck with keeping track of supplies.”

“I think I’ll try both.” She tucked strands of dark hair behind her ear. “I’d cook but, well, I don’t wanna kill anybody.”

Thankfully he realized she was joking. “The angels could just bring them back.”

Sarah chuckled. “Good to know.” Pause. “Heh you know Sam refers to you as Dean’s angel, Cas.”

He arched a brow. “That would be an accurate description.”

She bit her bottom lip, clearly thinking something that amused her. “I like Dean so I’m happy he has someone.”

Castiel gave her his patented head tilt. “Dean is happy that Sam now apparently has you as well. He says you should marry.”

The apples of her cheeks went pink but she couldn’t stop smiling. “Haa I don’t know about all that. But I am looking forward to getting to know Sam again. He’s changed a lot since we last saw each other.”

More than you know. “Yes. I have come to find that he is a good person however. He is my friend.”

Sarah and Castiel talked for a while longer about inane subjects and what the future held before Sam made his way over, offering to show her around. Castiel watched them interact and while reading body language wasn’t a skill he excelled at, even he could tell there was a mutual attraction between them. Perhaps it had dampened or been forgotten over the years but he could understand quite easily how it could flare up again. Sarah had a very kind, understanding soul-he could see why Sam liked her.

Though it was amusing that Dean’s pleasure of their attraction seemed to come from all the teasing he could subject his little brother to.

But that was Dean. And none of them would have him any other way.

~*~

It was late when Dean returned to their home, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up onto a stray nail by the door. His jeans were dusty with dirt, his boots caked with dried mud and his hands blackened with grease but he looked to be in high spirits. Castiel sat on the edge of their bed with Mortimer beside him, idly running his fingers through his fur while Dean chucked off his shoes and removed his shirt.

“Sam thinks we might need another well.” He said as he filled a round tin with luke warm water. “I wonder if we got Inias to steal us a water tower would anyone notice. Heh probably not with the way things are going.”

Castiel was happy that Dean seemed to be more accepting of his brothers and sisters. “He would dig you a well if you asked.”

Dean washed his hands and then grabbed up a cloth, dipping it in the water so that he could scrub away the grime. “I know but I don’t want them thinking I am taking them for granted.” Pause. “Or using them as a tool.”

Castiel watched Dean take off his jeans and toss them into a chair, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling. He’d never thought much about the human physique but he could appreciate the beauty in Dean’s body. It was such a contrast to others that lived his sort of lifestyle of fast food and alcohol. The muscles were defined, his toned buttocks and thighs leading down to strong legs. Castiel could remembered the state his body had been in before he’d healed it-before he’d coaxed it back together with tendrils of his own grace. He had taken great care in getting everything right though at the time he’d assumed it was because that was his duty. Now? Well now he could perhaps admit it was because he wanted others to value his work.

“You are very beautiful, Dean.” He whispered. “Inside and outside.”

Dean grinned lazily, now magnificently naked and not a bit ashamed by it. “You think so?” He dropped his washcloth back into the water and strolled over, cupping Castiel’s face with his warm hand. “Normally that would make me roll my eyes but since you’ve seen me when I was near to growing horns I’ll let it slide ‘cause I know you’re just being honest.”

Castiel gazed up at him. “I am. I-your appearance is very pleasing to me.”

Dean pulled him up and wrapped his arms around his waist. “You’re appearance is very pleasing to me too. I know you’re in a vessel but you’re fucken gorgeous, Cas. And I mean the you in there too. I’ve got enough glimpses to know.”

Castiel wet his lips, pleased by the compliment. “Now that you are immune perhaps I can show you my true form one day. Completely. I would like to.”

Dean nodded. “I’d like you to.” His hands fell to Castiel’s jeans, popping the button loose and pulling down the zipper. “You know you’re kinda giving me the eyes right now.”

Eyes? And then he remembered something Dean had said to him while in the panic room. “You mean I am looking at you like I wish to get laid?”

Dean laughed. “Actually yeah.” Smirking, he started pushing up Castiel’s t-shirt. “We can do what we did the other night if you want. I’m gonna become that guy with a crazy wing fetish but I don’t care.”

Dutifully Castiel lifted his arms so that Dean could remove his shirt. He wiggled his fingers before plastering his hand to the handprint he’d given Dean, loving how it fit. He’d never thought of it as a brand of ownership before but now he could understand how it could be such. “Dean…”

Dean’s expression softened and he carded his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pressing their foreheads together. Castiel melted against him, not even minding that the hunter’s erection was poking him in the stomach, smearing liquid across his heated skin. It was an odd sensation but he liked it-liked everything about Dean. Loved everything about Dean from his stubbornness to his ability to always beat the odds. “Dean…” He swallowed hard, the words stuck in his throat because he didn’t know how his friend would take hearing them. They were important words.

“Yeah Cas?” Dean inquired softly. He pushed the angel’s jeans down off his hips to his feet. “You still with me?”

“I am with you.” Castiel kicked the garment away. “I will always be with you. I chose you.”

“I know.” He said, nuzzling his neck. “And sometimes it scares the fuck outta me but I wouldn’t change it. You’re-fuck-besides saving Sam you’re the only good thing to come outta making that deal. I got my brother back and a best friend.”

“And I found a true home.” Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and kissed him before he could say anything else. Before he could make a silly joke to diffuse the moment they were having.

There was a fire burning hot in his belly; a want he’d experienced for the first time with Dean last night but stronger. He knew it was arousal and he liked the feeling of it, felt no shame in pulling Dean towards the bed as Dean’s tongue swept across his bottom lip. They tumbled onto it with Dean on top of him, running his hands up and down Castiel’s sides, hooking his thumbs under his briefs and dragging them down his squirming legs.

Castiel pushed Dean onto his back so that he could look at him again, rolling his eyes at Dean’s cocky little wink. He went with his urge to touch Dean, smoothing a hand down his chest and across his stomach, feeling the fine hairs there. His lips itched to taste Dean’s skin so he did. He leaned down slowly and kissed his neck, smiling when Dean’s pulse quickened, dragging his lips across his collar bone and down to his left nipple.

He could feel the hunter’s green eyes staring at him like a hawk as he flicked his tongue against it. Heard his low groan of approval when he licked-slowly-before sucking it into his mouth like Dean had done to him. He wondered if Dean felt the same things he had and knew he did when Dean attempted to pull him closer. Castiel smiled to himself, oddly proud, and switched to the other nipple giving it the same treatment until it was just as hard as the first.

Dean’s skin tasted clean and salty and just…like Dean. It was flushed and drawn tight, catching the faint glow from the only burning lamp in the room. And even though he knew somewhere underneath that skin was Michael’s grace, he couldn’t detect it; it wasn’t there in the softness or warmth. Castiel was happy about that-that this moment was only between him and Dean.

Continuing to explore Dean, Castiel bit and nipped downward until he was rubbing the stubble of his cheeks against Dean’s twitching thighs. He’d never performed oral sex before or had it performed to him but that didn’t stop him from closing his lips around Dean’s straining cock a split second later, feeling the deep shiver that overtook Dean’s body. He cursed and threaded his fingers into Castiel’s dark hair, his eyes blown wide with lust. He looked amazing like this and Castiel wanted to see more.

“Fuck Cas.” He gasped. “No-no teeth…” Castiel hummed to show he understood and Dean moaned, his head hitting the pillow with a low thump. “Shit. Mo-move your head up and down…”

Castiel did as he asked, slowly bobbing his head up and down, letting Dean’s thick cock slip in and out of his wet mouth. Dean’s thighs were trembling, his hips hitching up a little and Castiel could tell he was being attentive to his comfort. Making sure not to choke him as he chased his own pleasure.

In all honesty Castiel wasn’t sure if he was doing it right or enough but it didn’t seem to matter to Dean either way. He was obviously enjoying himself and Castiel was enjoying watching him and having him in his mouth. He continued his motions, speeding up more when it occurred to him that Dean might like it, which he did. He sunk down particularly low and Dean grunted, his fingers tightening in Castiel’s hair once before he pulled Castiel off him completely.

“Did I do something wrong?” Castiel asked, lips red and voice wrecked.

Dean growled and Castiel suddenly found himself on his back, legs spread wide so that Dean could fit between them. “No but I didn’t wanna come yet.”

Castiel nodded, tracing his cheek. “Was that alright?”

Dean smiled. “That was awesome.” Reaching between them, he fisted Castiel’s dick and Castiel shuddered, heels digging into the mattress. “Think you could stand it if I did it to you?”

“I-I’ll try.” He stammered jerking as Dean squeezed him. “Dean, please…”

The hunter pressed a hard kiss to his mouth before slinking down his body, sucking him in without preamble. Castiel couldn’t control himself and cried out loudly, his stomach muscles clenching at the unfamiliar yet wonderful sensations coursing through his body. Dean’s mouth felt heavenly around him, hot and wet and perfect. He wanted to move, to push up to get more but Dean held him down and mimicked his earlier actions, stroking his tongue along the slit on top until Castiel was gasping for air.

How could something so simple feel so incredible?

“Dean, Dean…” He chanted as he pulled at Dean’s short hair. “Oh, Dean, please…” There was a pressure building up inside of him, one he recognized from the night before. One he wished he could yank closer until it filled his entire body and exploded within him.

Dean pulled away with a slick pop and Castiel whined, making him chuckle. “Don’t worry Cas. I got you. Turn over for me, sweetheart.”

Smoothly Castiel did so, looking back at him. “Dean, are we going to have sex?”

The hunter kissed up and down his spine. “If you want to.”

“I do. Do you?”

“Hell yeah I do.”

“Then we should. I want you, Dean.”

Dean met his gaze for a minute before kissing his right buttock and slipping off the bed. As he rummaged in his duffle Castiel tried to calm his tingling nerves. He wasn’t certain whether they were from nervousness or excitement or perhaps a mixture of both. He just knew this felt right. Shifting, he rubbed his erection against the scratchy sheet for a little friction, panting into the pillow when pleasure rocketed up his spine. Dean returned quickly and draped over him, sucking on his earlobe as wet fingertips disappeared between his cheeks. It was an altogether strange yet pleasing sensation that only grew more so as one finger and then two gently coaxed him open. Thrusting in and out until he was pushing back against them for stimulation.

And then Dean’s fingers shifted and Castiel moaned loudly, desperately, bucking back for more.

Because Dean could be evilly playful he continued his delicious torture for a while longer and Castiel thought he would die from how good it felt. He murmured as much and Dean laughed, kissing his sweaty shoulder before removing his fingers and gripping Castiel’s hips instead, moving him onto his hands and knees. The moment they joined-that Dean pushed into him-Castiel whimpered and unfurled his wings, face planting against the bed with bliss.

“Dean…” He whispered brokenly.

Dean groped at his feathers and thrust into him slowly. He coaxed Castiel to catch his rhythm and together they moved. It was unlike anything Castiel had ever experienced before, having Dean so deep inside of him. He hadn’t known it was possible to miss something you’d never had but he’d somehow missed this. Missed it so terribly that he never wanted it to end.

His wings were sagging on either side of him, his thighs trembling as he panted into the warm air. Strands of dark damp hair stuck to his forehead and all he could focus on was Dean.

Dean who bruised his hips with marks that faded within seconds.

Dean who pushed in even deeper so that he could dip forward and kiss at the back of Castiel’s neck affectionately.

Dean who was mumbling low dirty words of encouragement as he started to move a little faster, brushing his face against Castiel’s white wings.

“Fuck, Cas. So fucken hot-mine…” He gave a little tug and they both straightened with Castiel sitting in his lap. The new position made them both moan and Castiel was vaguely aware of the fireplace jumping to life. They could be so dangerous together if they wanted to be.

“Dean.” Castiel turned his face to the side and blindly sought Dean’s mouth, half kissing and half whimpering against it. He was close.

Dean grunted as he pounded into him, as he rolled his hips and clutched at his wings. His free hand wrapped around Castiel’s cock and Castiel cried out, falling over the edge and into his orgasm after only a few quick strokes. He shook with the magnitude of it, feeling it flow throughout his entire body and out the tips of his toes like a high tide washing away the shore. It felt him breathless and vulnerable but he wasn’t ready to stop; growing overly sensitive but still welcoming the feeling of Dean’s now sticky hand as it continued to jerk him off.

Right before Dean came he eased Castiel back onto his knees and just thrust over and over again, head thrown back in ecstasy as he chased and finally captured his own release, golden wings spread wide. He shouted Castiel’s name and the clouds rumbled before opening up, letting loose a sudden downpour that soaked everything.

For a few blissful seconds there was nothing but the sound of the rain and their attempts to catch their breath. Castiel flopped right where Dean released him, smiling when the hunter dropped down beside him with a goofy, sated grin. He rested his head to his arms and exhaled, feeling sleepy for the first time ever, knowing that if he did allow himself to doze off he’d have very pleasant dreams.

Dean groaned and rolled towards him, ducking under his right wing to kiss his nose. All he could feel were soft feathers. “You okay?”

Castiel blinked at him. “Very much so. You-you are very good at that.”

Dean chuckled, batting his own wing out of the way. “You’re not so bad yourself.” A beat. “It’s raining really hard. Shit, did I do that?”

Castiel laughed lightly. “Dean I-I…” He wet his lips, needing to say the words. “I just want you to know that I love you. I assume you already suspect it due to the nature of our relationship but know your assumptions are correct.”

Dean’s brows furrowed and he looked away. He sighed before hesitatingly meeting Castiel’s eyes. “For what it’s worth-which it being me but, never mind-for what it’s worth…I…love you too. And I’m not just saying it ‘cause you did. Just don’t expect me to say it all the time or whatever.”

The angel touched his shoulder. “I don’t need you to say it, Dean. Just continue to look at me the way you are looking at me right now and I’ll always know.”

Dean blushed but didn’t look away.

Chapter Ten