Dean/Castel October c_f fills batch one
Title: Fade Away
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Dark Day
Prompt: kijikun, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, the egg never hatches
Word Count: 1,116
Originally Posted: 26 October 2010, here
“Dean.”
The hand on his shoulder is enough to wake him, but it’s the voice that startles Dean into alertness.
Castiel sounds absolutely wrecked and he clambers into Dean’s arms and buries his face in the hunter’s shirt, inhaling sharply. He loops one arm around Dean’s waist, dragging him close, and curls his fingers into the front of Dean’s shirt with the other.
“Cas, what’s wrong?” It’s a stupid question. Dean knows what’s wrong. It’s the same thing that’s been wrong for the last week or so. The same thing that’s had Castiel desperate and on the verge of tears and the most human Dean has seen the angel since before he got all mojo’d up again.
Castiel shakes his head, clutching at Dean tighter. His voice cracks when he tries to speak. That’s when Dean notices the front of his shirt is starting to dampen with the angel’s tears, and all Dean can think to do is wrap his arms around Castiel and drag him impossibly close, forcing their bodies flush together until Dean is sure they’re going to meld and be stuck that way for eternity.
“Are you sure?” He asks, and he can’t fight the tremble from edging into his voice. He knows he needs to be strong, that Castiel needs Dean to be strong, but... Dean clenches his eyes shut and tries to stop the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
It’s his egg, too. The fledgling belongs to and is of Castiel’s own Grace as much as it belongs to and is of Dean’s soul. Together they made this ridiculous miracle, this beautiful, literal Godsend.
Dean was going to ask Castiel to stay. He was thinking about asking Castiel to marry him, even if he’s not entirely sure how the logistics work on interspecies, homosexual vows. Without a shadow of a doubt, Dean was going to give up hunting. More than anything, Dean wanted to make sure their kid grew up nice and normal even if it really wasn’t. He was going to give their kid the white picket fence and the lazy dog and he was going to give Castiel his whole heart.
Castiel doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to. His choked sob and long, low wail are enough of an answer to confirm Dean’s worst nightmares.
“Cas,” Dean says, burying his face in the angel’s hair. “Cas.” He knows he should say something, that Castiel needs him to say something, but he can’t think of any words to voice. He’s torn between the cheap condolences he always offers the victims’ families and hollow platitudes that die on his lips. “Cas,” he says a third time, licking his lips. “We can always - “
“No,” Castiel snarls. He snaps back away from Dean suddenly, struggling to be free of the hunter’s grasp, but Dean refuses to let him go. “No!” His fingers are quick as they tear and scratch at the front of Dean’s shirt before he balls his hands into fists and starts pounding them against Dean’s chest. “No,” he chokes out, tears streaming down his face. “If I cannot have this one than I do not want to have another!”
“Cas, calm down!” It’s a struggle to maintain his grip on the angel, and it’s an effort that fails when Castiel manages to get a knee between them and pushes. “You aren’t thinking, man, and I get that you’re upset but you need to calm the fuck down!”
Castiel tumbles off of the bed easily enough, and if looks could kill, the glare he sends Dean’s way would be more than enough to send him back to the racks in Hell. “Calm down?” He hisses, a low snarl escaping his lips. “Calm down? How dare you, Dean Winchester - “
“Cas, I didn’t mean it like that - “
“This is your fault! You never wanted our fledgling in the first place!”
Dean’s lips part, but otherwise he’s completely frozen in place.
This is the thing that Castiel has had on the tip of his tongue ever since he first felt the Grace start to fade from their egg, the buried emotion in his dark blue eyes, hidden behind every tight smile.
“This is all your fault,” Castiel chokes out. He pounds a fist against the mattress in his rage before curling his fingers into the sheets of the bed tightly. His eyes are clenched shut despite the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and soft hiccups escape his lips every time he inhales. “It’s - “ hiccup “ - your fault!”
Dean doesn’t even bother to stop the sudden rage and betrayal that floods through his system, pumping through his veins as it makes his face flush and his fingers tremble. There’s a small part of him that thinks it’s a very bad idea, but he can’t stop the next words from spilling out of his lips. “Fuck you, too, Cas!”
Castiel looks up sharply, eyes snapping open in shock before narrowing. He manages a snarl before Dean continues talking.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Dean snaps, rolling off of the bed and storming to the other side of the room. Right now, he really wants to hit Castiel. Hit him, or leave him clinging to the bed in desperation while Dean hops in his Impala and drives a thousand miles away in whatever direction. “So just shut the fuck up, okay?” He tears into his duffel in search of something specific, and when he finds it, he chucks it across the room at Castiel as hard as he can. “I was going to give up everything for you and that fledgling!”
Blinking in confusion, even through his rage, Castiel’s fingers fumble to search out the small, shiny silver ring Dean chucked at him. It’s hidden within the folds of the sheets, but he holds it up into the light to look at it closely. He makes a choked sound, dropping it onto the sheets, before looking at Dean again.
“Cas…” Dean says, and he can feel the anger drain out of him into heavy exhaustion as realization strikes upon Castiel’s face. The angel vanishes with a strangled sound and the beating of wings, leaving Dean stranded and alone in the room.
It occurs to Dean as he picks up the ring that he doesn’t remember seeing the fledgling’s egg in his room, and when he turns to look at its usual spot, he’s hardly surprised to find that it’s gone. He collapses back onto the bed then, suddenly and completely drained, and wonders how the Hell he managed to lose everything in one night and what he could have possibly done to deserve it.
Title: Lay all your love on me
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Dawn
Prompt: sycophantastic, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel had read about "long romantic walks on the beach at dawn" & insisted they try it... except Dean's tired & cranky & irritated with all the sand
Word Count: 1,514
Originally Posted: 13 October 2010, here
It was Castiel’s idea. He sounded so open and earnest, all big blue eyes and pleading expression. “Please, Dean,” he had said. “I would like to do things the right way.”
While Dean honestly had no idea what the right way was, Castiel had startled to nuzzle and pepper Dean’s chest with kisses, and Dean could hardly refuse anything from the lips that so perfectly brought him completion and promised him undying love.
So, Dean allowed himself to be dragged out of bed while it was still dark out. He was just grateful for the jeans shoved at his chest and the time to get dressed before being whisked away to who knows where. It was dark, and it was cold, and the sand gritted beneath his toes, but even in the darkness Dean could see the way Castiel’s face lit up in unadulterated joy.
They walked for a while, hand in hand, until Dean started to stumble. Keeping his eyes open was tiring and it’s only after he trips and nearly face plants for the fourth time does Castiel laugh lightly and tug him away from the waves. They collapse in the sand, joined at the lips. Dean’s long since been familiar with the heavy weight of Castiel on top of him, but he isn’t used to the angel rolling away when Dean tries to slip his hands up under his shirt.
”What?” He asks, pouting. He doesn’t get an answer though beside the chaste press of lips.
”Dean,” Castiel hums. He nuzzles into Dean’s neck lightly before slipping under Dean’s arm and using the hunter’s shoulder as a pillow. “Is it too dark for sandcastles?”
”No offense,” Dean says tiredly, “but I never want to build another sandcastle with you again. You’re too much of a perfectionist ever since Sam and I taught you how to do it right.” He moves to wipe the sleep from his eyes but forgets the sand on his palms, and groans. He settles for tucking the arm behind his head and kissing Castiel’s temple. “What brought this on, anyways?”
”Sam and I were having a discussion,” Castiel replies in a low murmur. He trails his fingers up Dean’s stomach, tracing invisible patterns as he goes before thumbing Dean’s collarbone and finally resting his palm over Dean’s heart. “About human traditions.”
”And what, long walks on the beach at dark came up?” Dean asks, letting his eyes slip shut. He never realized how loud the ocean was, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore almost deafening in the otherwise silent night. Castiel is a warm weight against his side though and despite the cold, Dean thinks he can probably fall asleep right here.
”We’re waiting for sunrise,” Castiel replies simply.
”What happens at sunrise?” Dean asks and it’s a struggle to stay with Castiel, to stay awake. The angel must sense it because he pinches Dean’s side sharply.
”If you are still awake,” Castiel says slowly, bringing a hand up to Dean’s face, guiding him until their lips can brush together in a lazy kiss, “then Sam informs me it is customary to make love in the sand.”
That manages to pique Dean’s interest. “What, right here?” Dean asks, blinking. He forces himself up onto his elbows, jostling the angel (who scowls at him) and looks around. “Someone could see us. And, you know, it’s sand.”
Castiel throws a leg over Dean’s waist, straddling him, before pulling him up by his tee shirt and dragging him into a kiss. “For you,” He says, nipping at Dean’s lower lip once, “I have had sex in the Impala - “ a nip at Dean’s jaw “ - against a brick wall - “ another nip, closer to Dean’s ear “ - on a park bench - “ a nip just below Dean’s earlobe “ - and with Sam three feet away - “ nip on the earlobe “ - and yet you will deny me this custom?”
Dean shudders at the feel of Castiel’s hot breath against his ear. “You,” he says, cupping the angel’s cheeks in his hands before tugging him in for another kiss, “are lucky.”
Castiel hums in agreement before licking his way into Dean’s mouth. They tumble back into the sand and even though Dean is exhausted and would very much like to sleep for the next four or five hours, he forces himself to concentrate on the slow slide of Castiel’s lips against his own, the familiar stroke of the angel’s tongue and the way Castiel’s stubble feels under his hands. It’s been so long since they’ve just done this - shared lazy kisses and kept hands above the waist - that as much as a girl that it will probably make Dean if he ever admitted it, he kind of doesn’t want sunrise to happen anytime soon.
Actually, the sand is itchy and dry and is going to be sticking to Dean for weeks and he’s freezing where he isn’t in direct contact with Castiel, and he really is exhausted - but other than that Dean is content to spend the rest of his life trading languorous kisses with his angel boyfriend.
Eventually the kisses taper off as the sky starts to lighten around them and Castiel nuzzles his nose against Dean’s before crawling off of the hunter and facing the ocean. He’s sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around them loosely and the only thing Dean can think is he’s beautiful.
Castiel catches Dean staring before smiling shyly. “The sunrise is that way, Dean,” he says lightly. He doesn’t complain when Dean sits up and drags Castiel back against his chest, wrapping his arms around the angel’s middle, and he makes a pleased humming sound when Dean starts to press kisses along his neck.
There are no words to describe the way the sun looks when it finally peaks over the horizon. Dean’s never been good with words, that’s always been Sam’s territory. Still, the golden rays reflected on the surface of the clear blue water are enough to take Dean’s breath away, despite his aversion to this kind of thing. He doesn’t realize he’s spoken until the words are already out of his mouth. “It’s beautiful.”
”Yes,” Castiel agrees, slumping back against Dean before craning his neck to steal a kiss. “Thank you, Dean.”
Dean just shrugs awkwardly. He loosens his grip on Castiel’s torso so the angel can turn around, letting himself be pushed back down into the sand while Castiel straddles him again. “You really want to have sex out here?” He asks, skimming his hands up Castiel’s thighs to his hips, holding on.
”Yes,” Castiel says simply. He shrugs off his trench coat and suit coat easily, tossing them aside before his fingers start to tug his tie undone. When Castiel starts to unbutton his shirt oh-so slowly, Dean sucks in a breath and starts to stroke his thumbs up and down Castiel’s sharp hipbones. The shirt slips over Castiel’s shoulders slowly, pooling behind him, and Castiel stretches lazily when he pulls his undershirt up and off.
”Cas,” Dean says softly. He runs his hands over Castiel’s stomach, up his chest and around his sides before he can tug the angel down for another kiss. It’s just as slow and lazy as before but when Dean drops a hand to Castiel’s hips, fingers dipping beneath the hem of the angel’s pants, he can already feel Castiel’s half-hard length. As much as Dean doesn’t want to have sex in the sand, he owes Castiel this much.
Dean’s gentle when he pushes Castiel back and forces himself to sit up, his hands falling to Castiel’s hips to guide the angel off of his lap. He tugs Castiel’s trench coat towards himself before shaking it out and spreading it across the sand like a blanket. Castiel takes the hint for what it is and lays back on it, kicking off his shoes and socks as he goes.
”It’d really suck if we lost any of our clothes,” Dean says, rubbing the back of his neck idly. Castiel just rolls his eyes, fingers slipping down to undo his belt and slacks and Dean laughs softly. This is a program he can get with, and he strips his tee-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the side. He hooks his fingers in Castiel’s boxers and helps the angel rid himself off the last of his clothing before staring down at him appreciatively.
Dean leans forward to kiss Castiel then, pressing their lips together in a quick, chaste motion before he starts nibbling his way across Castiel’s jaw and down his neck and chest. His hands roam over familiar warm skin, and for a moment, Dean is able to forget he’s about to get sand in places it has no right being. Castiel is soft and pliable, moaning and arching into Dean’s every touch and when Dean kicks off the last of his own clothes to press himself against Castiel, bare from his ankles to his shoulders, he can’t help but think this is perfection.
Title: Take the Fall
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Kinks
Prompt: sycophantastic, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel puts his tie to good use - shuts Dean up by gagging him
Word Count: 350
Originally Posted: 22 October 2010, here
Dean thinks maybe he should be offended. Yeah he’s said some pretty stupid or brash things over the years, but the fact that Castiel has taken to threatening to gag him? Not cool. Not cool at all.
Only, when Castiel does finally put his foot down and prove his threats aren’t as empty as Dean was starting to think they were, something happens. The moment Castiel shoves his tie into Dean’s mouth and knots it behind the hunter’s head, Dean becomes impossibly hard and moans.
Castiel, smug bastard that he is, notices. “It was intended to be a punishment,” Castiel muses, slipping into Dean’s space and guiding the hunter back towards the bed. “Need I put the fear of God in you, Dean Winchester?”
Dean can’t help it, he snorts. A look crosses Castiel’s face but it’s gone too quickly for Dean to name. The angel shoves him back onto the bed before straddling his lap, though, and Dean would smirk up at him but it’s kind of hard to with the angel’s damn tie shoved between his teeth.
Bracing his hands on Dean’s chest, Castiel rolls his hips, grinding both of their erections together and they both moan loudly. When Castiel meets Dean’s gaze, his dark blue eyes are clouded with lust. “One day, you’ll listen to me,” Castiel groans.
Dean highly doubts that, especially since disobeying or ignoring him tends to lead to aggressive and kinky sex. Not that Dean would ever admit to it. That, and he thinks Castiel might already know that anyways.
“Bring it,” Dean wants to say, but he can’t, so he settles for bucking his hips up against Castiel and rubbing their cocks together.
Castiel moans brokenly, fingers curling tightly into Dean’s shirt. He glares down at Dean, something akin to a snarl lipping past his lips and he nearly tears Dean’s shirt in his desperation to get it off. “You are an irritating and insufferable man,” Castiel growls, nipping at Dean’s neck, nails scraping over his chest.
Dean’s going to go ahead and count this experience as a win in his favor.
Title: Respite
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Kinks
Prompt: sansdatelimite, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, shower sex
Word Count: 237
Originally Posted: 23 October 2010, here
It’s a delicious slide of skin on skin, the water warm where it beats down upon them, and their moans echo in the cramped space of the shower stall. There’s no friction where they rub together, soap and water causes them to slip and falter every time they try to grasp one another.
Dean’s had to tangle his fingers in Castiel’s hair just to maintain any sort of grip on the angel at all.
There literally isn’t room for either of them to complain, pressed so close together, surround by tile covered walls and Plexiglas. It’s cozy and intimate in a way they’re not used to.
Dean thinks that he could maybe die happy like this, trapped between Castiel’s hot body and the cold wall at his back.
Their kisses blur together, one lazy slide of tongues after another, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. Pleasure trembles its way up Dean’s spine with every slow rub of Castiel’s hips to his own. The slick slide of their cocks brushing against each other is delicious and far from urgent and for once Dean isn’t concerned about immediate release.
It’s nice to just share a languorous, lazy moment with Castiel. They’re hidden away from the world, tangled in each other’s arm and they stay in the shower long after the water washes away their come, lips still pressed together as the spray of water slowly starts to turn frigid.
Title: Splish-Splash
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Kinky Monday @ tiptoesmut
Prompt: sycophantastic, Dean/Castiel, sex or fooling around in water (shower, bathtub, rain, etc.)
Word Count: 519
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
The thing is, Castiel likes to experiment. He wants to try things and he wants to learn why or why they don’t work and he’s always determined to find ways to make it work.
Which, should sound weirder or scarier in Dean’s head, but it really isn’t. Plus, it usually ends well and in Dean’s benefit. The chocolate syrup had been messy (but delicious) and the handcuffs had chaffed a little, and that’s about when Dean decided Castiel and Gabriel needed to stop hanging out. Not that Dean minds the inventive sex, because he loves sex as much as the next guy, but Castiel was always so earnest and insistent that Dean can never say no to him.
That’s exactly why they’re both struggling to fit in the bathtub, splashing around in hot, bubbly water and trading sloppy, desperate kisses at the moment. It’s almost impossible to find purchase on Castiel’s skin now that he’s covered head to toe in soapy water and the tub isn’t wide enough for the angel to straddle him.
Dean’s left with no place to put his hands but in Castiel’s hair, and as much as he loves tugging at the dark strands usually, it’s not the same when he doesn’t really have a choice.
Castiel’s arms are around Dean’s neck as their tongues tangle, half draped across the hunter and his knees are pressed against the back of Dean’s thighs. He’s too short, too thin, too bendy. Or, more specifically, he’s actually kind of perfect. Despite the fact Dean knows Castiel is as achingly hard as he himself is, the angel almost seems content to simply press against Dean, letting their slick skin slide together.
It takes every ounce of Dean’s self-control to not fumble for Castiel’s dick or his own, to not jerk them both off and simply be over this stupid experiment of Castiel’s, but Dean knows he won’t.
Castiel is making happy, pleased sounds in the back of his throat and their wet bodies slide together so fantastically that Dean’s ready to go delirious.
The main reason Dean won’t do it though is because this is about Castiel - about him learning what he likes and doesn’t like, what he and Dean can physically do and what they can’t, but mostly it’s a way for Dean to surrender control to the angel, something he wasn’t even aware that they both needed until this whole thing started - and even if he wanted to, Dean would never ruin this for the angel.
So they soak in the bathtub, cramped and uncomfortable as the heat drains away their aches and sores and the rocking of their bodies causes the water to spill over the lip of the porcelain and onto the floor.
Sam is going to throw a bitch fit later but Dean can’t bring himself to care when they part for air, and instead of kissing him again Castiel nuzzles his way down to the juncture of Dean’s neck and shoulder and heaves a sigh of contentment.
In the end, Dean isn’t even sure if this experiment counts as a failure or not.
Title: Let It Be
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Kinky Monday @ tiptoesmut
Prompt: sycophantastic, Dean/Castiel, sex or fooling around in water (shower, bathtub, rain, etc.)
Word Count: 312
Originally Posted: 18 October 2010, here
There’s a little part of this that sucks. The rain is freezing as it pelts against Dean’s skin and the Impala has yet to warm up under his back. As constraining as they are, Dean’s just glad he’s got his jeans on still because he doesn’t think he could deal with the ice-cold metal straight against his ass and the back of his thighs.
But that’s just the bad kind of sucking that Dean is suffering.
Castiel is a warm, heavy weight where he’s trailing kisses down Dean’s chest. His tongue is hot where it laps at Dean’s skin, twirling around nipples and tracing old scars. His hands are warm and solid where they’re struggling to undo Dean’s belt, slipping over the wet leather and metal.
When the angel manages to tug Dean’s jeans down, fighting with the sodden denim and actually growling at it, icicles shoot up from the base of Dean’s spine to every inch of his body and he goes from what was becoming comfortably numb to cold and miserable all over again. The feeling is short lived though because Castiel doesn’t hesitate before wrapping his lips around Dean’s straining erection and sucking him down to the base and that - that is a different kind of suckage altogether.
Dean’s cold and miserable, rain splashing against his skin heavily and the sound it makes when it drums against the metal of the Impala is almost deafening in the otherwise silent night. Castiel’s hair is plastered to his head but Dean doesn’t care, curls his fingers through the dark strands anyways before letting his head fallback against the hood of the Impala with a loud thunk.
It’s easy enough to lose himself like this, to let the rain numb him and Castiel work him towards oblivion, and Dean doesn’t hesitate for a second before closing his eyes and letting himself be.
Title: Dressing Up, Stripping Down
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Dressing Up
Prompt: tiptoe39, SPN, Castiel/any, adventures in a department store dressing room. bonus points for "These jeans are too tight, Dean."
Word Count: 363
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
It started as a way to pass time.
Bobby and Sam had kicked Dean out when it became obvious he wasn’t going to be any help whatsoever when it came to research, and Castiel had tagged along.
Dean wasn’t sure why Castiel tagged along, but he’s kind of glad the angel did.
After realizing he had next to no jeans or shirts without bloodstains or tears in them, Dean figured he’d hit up the local Sears and scrounge up some clothes while he waited for the OK to go back to Bobby’s. And since Dean was trying on jeans anyways, he figured he might as well see what he could convince the angel to wear
Which, it turned out, was almost anything. Though not without complaint.
“I do not understand the point of this exercise” was met with a “because I said so” and it was all kind of downhill from there. “Dean, there is a half-naked woman on this shirt” was followed by “I do not understand this reference” and “Sam says only ‘tools’ pop their collars” and “the sweater is itchy” and finally “these jeans are too tight, Dean.”
By the time Sam finally said they could return, that he and Bobby had figured out what was going on, Dean was nearly in tears from trying not to laugh at Castiel.
Short of actually slipping on a dress (“that is a women’s garment, Dean”), there was little Castiel wouldn’t wear and Dean had enough snapshots saved to his phone to keep him amused for a while yet.
“Ya know,” Dean comments idly, slipping his phone back into his pocket before guiding Castiel back into the changing room. “It’s a real crying shame that it’s impossible to fuck you in the jeans without ruining them.”
Castiel swallows visibly, his eyes flickering from Dean to the flimsy door separating them from the rest of the department store. “Dean…”
“Guess you’re just going to have to be quiet,” Dean says, leaning forward to brush his lips against Castiel’s ear as he caught his hips in his hands. “Next up, an exercise is self-control.”
(Which, Dean is proud to say, Castiel passes with flying colors.)
Title: Ulterior Motives
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Free-For-All Friday
Prompt: sycophantastic, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, wrestling for the covers
Word Count: 400
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
Castiel doesn’t need to stay, not anymore, but he does. He stays because he and Dean share a profound bond (and Dean still kind of snorts every time he thinks about the phrasing). He stays because things are nearly Hell in Heaven and this is a welcome respite. Mostly, Dean thinks he stays to make up for being gone for an entire year.
So Castiel stays and Dean is too grateful, too relieved, to even know what to say. He lets his actions speak for him when covers Castiel’s body with his own, kissing and petting and teasing, tangling and writhing together until they both reached completion. There’s more to every brush of lips than just thank you but Dean isn’t ready to voice those feelings just yet. He thinks Castiel understands anyways.
It’s nice, almost perfect, if Dean pretends that Castiel hasn’t become an asshole again when they’re not in bed and that Sam hasn’t been - Dean doesn’t even know what’s going on with Sam. When they’re like this though, bodies warm and heavy and exhausted, Dean thinks everything might just be okay in the world.
The only real downside is that for someone who doesn’t need to sleep, Castiel has a habit of stealing all the covers and cocooning himself in their warmth.
Which fine, is more adorable than Dean’s really comfortable admitting (because he’s not a girl, kthnx) but it means no more skin on skin contact and that Dean is stuck with a flimsy sheet.
Sharing is caring, Dean wants to remind the angel, but he’s almost positive the statement would be met with a head tilt and a furrowed brow. So, since Castiel isn’t going to offer, Dean’s going to take and if that ends up with the two of them fighting over the blanket until Castiel decides to just pin Dean down and ravish him again, well, that’s no one’s business but their own.
Just like Dean’s never going to admit he lets Castiel drag him towards the angel’s chest until they’re forehead to forehead and wrapped up so impossibly tight in each other and the blanket that Dean’s not sure he’s ever going to get free or if he even wants to.
“You did this on purpose,” Dean accuses and when Castiel grins mischievously, Dean just rolls his eyes and drags the angel into yet another kiss. Castiel always was a sneaky bastard.
Title: (I might need you to) Hold me tonight
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Free-For-All Friday
Prompt: castiels_shadow, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, butterfly kisses and comforting snuggles
Word Count: 321
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
Dean’s still half asleep when he realizes that Castiel has forced himself into the curl of Dean’s body.
The angel’s head is tucked up under Dean’s chin, one arm slung around the hunter’s middle and fingers skimming the surface of Dean’s skin, just under his shirt. A knee is shoved between Dean’s thighs and it’s both annoying and achingly familiar.
For a brief moment, Dean can feel something burning at the back of his eyes and a lump form at the back of his throat. It’s stupid to get worked up over this, this thing that used to be between Dean and Castiel but the angel left him, he didn’t the right to just crawl back into Dean’s bed.
“Cas,” Dean says, trying to stop his voice from quivering. “Don’t you have a civil war to stop?”
The fingers on Dean’s back stop tracing comforting circles and Castiel just forces himself closer to Dean’s body. When he speaks, it’s almost too muffled to hear. “Dean,” he sighs, clutching at Dean tighter. “Please.”
Dean doesn’t know what Castiel is asking for, what he wants, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious what the angel needs. Heaving a longsuffering sigh, Dean just wraps an arm around Castiel and tries to ignore the fact there is a trench coat under his fingertips and not the sleep warmed skin he misses.
“Sleep,” he orders. He doesn’t miss the way Castiel huffs a breath of laughter against his neck, or the way Castiel’s eyelashes bat against the soft skin of Dean’s throat. “For once in your life, just listen to me, Cas and sleep.”
Castiel presses a soft kiss to Dean’s throat before nuzzling closer, and the way his breath and eyelashes tickle Dean’s skin sends something warm pulsing through his veins. Gentle fingers start tracing circles on Dean’s back again and the hunter lets himself be lulled back into a dreamless oblivion while Castiel attempts to follow.
Title: Probably, Maybe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Dawn
Prompt: ivotedforsaxon, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Conversation at the crack of dawn while Dean is only half-conscious.
Word Count: 541
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
Dean thinks he might be dreaming.
Castiel is a warm, heavy weight next to him as they lay face to face and Dean likes the way Castiel’s fingers feel when they skim over this cheeks and card through his hair more than he’d ever admit, usually.
But, since Dean is probably dreaming, it’s okay to practically purr “s’nice” at Castiel, and whine “nooo, don’t stop” when the angel freezes.
“I did not mean to wake you, Dean,” Castiel murmurs. “I apologize.”
“’m ‘wake?” Dean slurs. He wants to open his eyes, to see the dark blue of Castiel’s own, because maybe he could believe he was awake then, but his eyelids are too heavy so Dean doesn’t even try.
Castiel chuckles, low and deep. “Maybe not,” he muses. He traces a thumb over Dean’s lower lip and sighs heavily. “How is Sam?”
Dean doesn’t want to talk about Sam, not right now. Sam is broken and dark and Dean is feeling too warm, too safe, to deal with that right now. Since its Dean’s maybe-dream, he chooses not to answer.
Castiel seems to understand. “I have missed you both,” the angel confides, nestling closer so that they’re forehead to forehead and his fingers toy with the hairs at the base of Dean’s neck. “As well as Bobby. Mostly, though, I miss you.”
“Miss you, too,” Dean murmurs. “Good times. Not ‘pocalypse though.” Dean’s not sure what he’s saying, he’s too busy focusing on the fact that he can practically feel Castiel’s lips against his own. Dean kind of wonders what it would be like to kiss them. “Not a good time.”
“No,” Castiel agrees, chuckling again. “That wasn’t. This is nice though.”
“Mmmh,” Dean hums in agreement. He pulls away from Castiel long enough to stretch, straining muscles screaming in protest, but he snuggles back into Castiel’s space when he’s done.
Not that Dean snuggles. He doesn’t. He isn’t. Dean nuzzling against Castiel’s cheek, tossing an arm around the angel’s waist and slipping a knee between his thighs isn’t snuggling. It’s a passive aggressive possessive technique.
Or something. Dean’s too sleepy and warm and happy to care.
“If I kiss you, d’ya think I’ll ‘member in the mornin’?” Dean asks, his lips brushing against Castiel’s cheek as he speaks.
He isn’t out of it enough to miss the way Castiel’s breath hitches, or the way the angel’s fingers curl tighter into his hair. “Probably not,” Castiel replies, almost warily.
“Will you ‘mind me?” Dean asks.
When Castiel licks his lips nervously, Dean can feel the movement. “Would you like me to?”
“Mmmh,” Dean hums. “Yes.”
“Then, yes,” Castiel replies. “I will.”
“Good,” Dean murmurs. “’Cause I wanna kiss you now.”
It’s slow and awkward and lazy, and it takes a moment for Dean to be able to find Castiel’s lips without opening his eyes, but a warm giddy feeling spreads through his veins. His cheeks flush, he’s sure of it, and he can feel his toes curl.
“Dean - “ Castiel starts, but Dean silences him with another kiss and another, until Castiel kisses Dean back and the hunter manages to slip back asleep when the seconds start to blur into hours and the early morning sun starts to warm his skin.
Title: Tear Down My Walls
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: Free-For-All Friday
Prompt: sycophantastic, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, never said these words to anyone before
Word Count: 407
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
He always thought it would be harder than this. These are words he’s never spoken before, not like this. Yeah, he’s told Sam and his Dad and probably Bobby and definitely his Mom, once upon a time, but it’s not the same.
There’s just something different about Castiel, something special. The angel has a way of breaking down all of Dean’s walls, forcing himself into Dean’s space until Dean has no choice but to acknowledge him and how he feels.
And Dean knows he should hate it. The thought that someone could possibly have this much power over him should terrify him. It doesn’t though, not like it should, but then again, Dean has never been the kind of guy to do what’s expected of him or what’s easy.
So Dean drags Castiel towards him every time they’re alone together. He kisses the angel’s lips until they’re puffy and red and bruised and until they’re both starving for air, delirious and shaking from want and need. He explores every inch of Castiel’s body, kisses and touches the pale expanse of skin and familiarizes himself with the body of the man (angel) he can’t live without.
Somewhere between the desperate thrusting and the slow, lazy kisses, between spilled seed and sharing breath, Dean says it. It slips from his lips without a thought and only when Castiel is staring at him with wide blue eyes does Dean realize what he’s done.
He thinks he should be scared, or embarrassed. He thinks he should be flustered and desperate and like maybe if this was a movie something terrible would happen or cheesy background music would start to play. It’s nothing like that though. It’s just Castiel starting down at him, propped up on his elbows, before a shy smile spreads across the angel’s face.
Dean’s never told someone he’s loved them before, and once, that had bothered him, but now? Dean knows the words could never mean more than they do right now. He could never love anyone half as much as he loves Castiel.
So, he whispers them over and over again into Castiel’s lips, against his jaw and throat and collarbone. When Castiel pins Dean to the bed and drags another orgasm out of him, the words are whimpered and strained, and Castiel silences him with a kiss.
“I love you,” Dean says, trembling, and Castiel rests his forehead against Dean’s and says, “I love you, too.”
Title: Tooth and Nail
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Theme: After the End
Prompt: sycophantastic, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, they fight about the remote, they fight about policy changes in Heaven, they fight a lot, to be honest, but they always work it out one way or another
Word Count: 296
Originally Posted: 21 October 2010, here
After a long day, Dean likes to chill and watch Dr. Sexy, M.D. or Mythbusters. Castiel likes Project Runway and Doctor Who.
Dean knows without a shadow of a doubt that his last meal would be the world’s greasiest, most disgusting bacon double cheeseburger, onion rings, a slice of pie (apple or peach, he isn’t sure) and a Coke. Sam has defected Castiel to eating Caesar Salads and strawberry shakes.
Dean’s favorite book is Slaughterhouse Five. Castiel can quote The Bible word for word.
There are few places that Dean won’t have sex; cars, couches, showers, against a wall, over a counter. If it’s up to Castiel to choose, they almost always end up on the nearest bed.
The thing is, there really isn’t anything Dean and Castiel don’t disagree about. Anything from whether they should get Chinese for dinner or pizza, to whether it was Castiel or Dean’s turn to top.
The one thing that has never come into question though is whether or not Dean loves Castiel. He does. Dean loves Castiel with every fiber of his being and he doesn’t know what he’d do if Castiel ever started to doubt that.
So Dean gives and gives and gives. Castiel doesn’t know better, doesn’t know how human relationships are supposed to work, so he just keeps taking.
Maybe it’s not healthy and it’s definitely not perfect, but it’s a learning experience for both of them. They’re working on it, though, trying to figure out how they’re going to fit together without tearing each other throat’s off.
It’s messy and angry and they fight all the time, but there isn’t anyone else Dean wants to strive towards perfection with besides Castiel, and he’s going to fight tooth and nail to make sure they get there.