CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // SPN & OTHER CHARACTERS Prompt Post // January 1-15
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“C'mon, Cas. I'm ready. Fuck me. Please fuck me,” Dean says, spreading his legs and pushing his ass out at Cas.
The rumble gets louder than ever and Cas pulls his fingers out of Dean. Then Dean feels Cas' hard cock pushing in. He groans and pushes back, trying to get Cas in faster.
Once Cas has bottomed out, he wraps his other arm around Dean, this one around Dean's upper chest so he can play with Dean's nipple.
*Rumble, uhn, mmm*
Dean doesn't know why, but the noises seem to be doing something for him. Now that Dean's sure it's a language all by itself, and now that he's understanding a few of them, he's seeing a side of Cas he's never seen before. He wants more. He feels it inside him in a way he doesn't think is normal, but he doesn't care. He needs more.
“Love you so much, Cas,” Dean breathes as Cas fucks him.
*Dook, uhn* “Love you, Dean,” Cas says, then continues nibbling and kissing Dean's neck and shoulder.
Dean's chest tightens, and he feels a swell of happiness and contentment. Not only because of the words Cas just said, but because he really thinks Cas just translated his own noises for Dean. Dean doesn't think Cas knows he can hear them, but Dean's heard the *uhn* enough that he's certain it has something to do with him, and now that Cas has said his name just after using that noise, Dean's certain it's his name or at least it refers to him.
Dean gasps, his chest so tight that he wonders if Cas will think he's upset. He's not upset. This is opening up another world to him. Dean's brain spins with information he's learned over his lifetime. If animals communicate by noises like this, why can't angels?
He knows it's not audible to Sam, and Cas did say they shared a profound bond. Dean feels a thrill of excitement as he realizes whatever happened when they stepped into that room took everything to the next level.
The lights and shimmering he saw had to be a small glimpse of Castiel's true form. The noises have to be a part of how Cas communicates in his true form. The fact that Dean can see that, can hear that has to mean something huge.
He thinks of the handprint. The bond Cas has mentioned. Cas' diminishing grace. The flash of power in the room that only happened when the both of them were next to each other. The magics disintegrating all over the room after the implosion.
They're linked. They're bonded. Whatever it was in that room, it's boosted whatever it is they already had, and the power behind it was enough to destroy a room, yet the two of them were fine. He doesn't know if Cas protected them somehow, but he thinks maybe it never would've hurt them in the first place, because it bound them in a way that they never would've been unless something immensely powerful had a hand in it.
“Cas, fuck, Cas! Fuck me!” Dean yells, feeling a swell of emotion and excitement that Cas has to be able to feel.
“Dean,” Cas says into Dean's skin. *Dook*
It's love. He's fucking telling Dean he loves him in a language no other humans have ever heard. Dean is at once humbled and turned on, filled with so much love that he feels as if he'll burst. This is better than the Enochian Cas has recited poetry in. This is Cas' true self speaking to him.
Dean doesn't care if the noises sound like an animal. No way in hell would he ever find them funny ever again.
The rumbling turns into a whine, and Cas starts fucking him faster and harder. Dean pushes back in time with Cas' thrusts, using his hands on the tile to give him more power to his movements.
“Cas! Cas! Oh, fuck, Cas! Cas!” Dean screams, his body tensing as he comes all over the wall of the shower.
*Squeak, uhn, wheek*
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“Dean,” Cas says, his voice scratchy and deeper than normal. *Mmm, uhn*
“C'mon, Cas. Come inside me. Wanna feel it leaking outta me,” Dean groans.
“Oh! D-Dean!” Cas yells. *Uhn*
The noise is so loud that Dean hears the window in the bathroom rattle, but it doesn't hurt his ears. Dean realizes he's heard windows and glass rattling before when they've had sex, but he's always assumed it was Cas' power that was doing it. He never knew it was Cas' true voice causing it as he made noises for Dean, telling him he loved him, calling his name in a voice Dean never heard before.
He feels Cas coming inside him, Cas slamming into him with his arms wrapped tightly around Dean's chest.
*Uhn, dook*
“Yeah, Cas, yeah,” Dean moans, smiling as he feels Cas slowing down, resting his head on Dean's shoulder.
Cas kisses Dean's skin, his head still resting on Dean, his hands sliding over Dean's body, and a purring sound coming from deep within him.
Dean decides then and there that he wants to find out what every noise means. He wants to hear every single one of them. He wants to make Cas scream his name in his own language and purr. He wants to learn what noises mean Cas is upset so he can see what's wrong. He wants to learn what sound Cas makes when he's scared, so he can kill anything that threatens Cas.
He wants to tease the shit outta Sam because Cas' noise for Sam sounds a little whiny.
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*Snuffle, uhn*
Dean wakes up with a smile on his face. He knows one of those noises means his name. He's not quite sure what the other one means, but considering each time Cas has made that noise, he's been kissing and nuzzling at Dean, Dean decides to call it his snuggling noise.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean says, his voice deep and scratchy from a good night's rest.
*Eh, wheek* “Sam left us alone again,” Cas says, wrapping his arms around Dean from behind. *Rumble*
Dean chuckles. He decides the rumbling has to mean that Cas is sexually aroused. It didn't start until Cas mentioned that Sam was gone, and last night in the shower it didn't start until they were definitely about to have sex.
“My brother's awesome like that,” Dean says.
*Hic, eh* “He is,” Cas says.
Another new noise. It has something to do with Sam because he used Sam's noise, and Dean assumes it's good because he Sam left for them to have time together. Could it be appreciation? Maybe it's affection.
*Wheek, uhn* “I'd like to fuck you,” Cas says. *Rumble*
“Mmm, yeah, Cas,” Dean says, purposely moaning at Cas. He's not sure, but he thinks the moan has something to do with happiness or being comfortable.
*Wheek, rumble* “Yes,” Cas says, moving so fast that Dean can't follow.
One second Dean's the little spoon, and the next instant he's on his back with a very horny Castiel looking down at him, the flecks of light in his irides shining. Dean gets lost in Cas' eyes for a moment. He smiles up at Cas when he realizes Cas is just watching him back.
*Mmm, uhn* “You're beautiful,” Cas says softly.
Dean usually has a hard time accepting compliments, and he kind of loves how Cas sneaks them in while they're close like this because Dean's defenses are down.
*Dook, uhn*
“I love you too, Cas,” Dean says, blurting it out before he thinks about it, then hoping Cas thinks it's just a spontaneous declaration of love instead of an answer to Cas' noises.
Cas just smiles down at Dean. *Purr*
“Got lube?” Dean asks, raising one eyebrow.
*Rumble* Cas smirks as he shoves a lubed finger inside Dean.
“I take it that's a yes on the lube,” Dean says, spreading his legs more, moaning as Cas quickly adds a second finger.
Cas leans down and kisses Dean, pushing a third finger into him. *Uhn, snuffle*
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Dean's always treated his sexual partners well, but that hasn't always been reciprocal. Not that people have treated Dean like shit, but he's never had someone put their all into him like this.
*Uhn, rumble* Cas pulls his finger out and pushes his cock inside Dean.
Dean's surprised by the urgency with which Cas pushes into him, but he likes it. He gasps and wraps his legs around Cas, hanging on for the ride, because he knows Cas is going to fuck him hard and fast.
*Wheek, mmm* Cas wraps his arms around Dean, his body blanketing Dean as he fucks him so Dean's dick gets friction as they move.
“Mmm, yeah, Cas,” Dean says, wrapping his own arms around Cas and kissing Cas' left temple. “C'mon, fuck me. Mmm.”
*Snuffle, wheek* “I'd like to make you come without either of us touching your cock again,” Cas says. “It doesn't have to be now, but I enjoyed when that happened in the shower, and I'd like to do it again.” *Mmm, purr*
Dean chuckles. “I enjoyed it a lot myself. Does getting off on rubbing my cock all over your stomach count as touching?” he asks, writhing beneath Cas to try and get even more friction.
“Mmmyes,” Cas says, and Dean is surprised that the word and Cas' noise melded together the way they did.
Dean hasn't heard the noises doing that before. Come to think of it, Cas' voice sounded different when he said yes. It was deeper. No, not deeper. It was if it was in surround sound. Everywhere around him and even inside of him.
His body tenses as he realizes the only other time he's felt that sensation was when he was in the gas station just after crawling out of his own grave. It's Cas' true voice, and it wasn't overwhelming. It was subtle, but it was definitely the same sensation, and it's not hurting his ears.
Dean smiles. He can't help it. He's so fucking happy that he's grinning like an idiot. Cas sits up, a rumbling noise going through the both of them, filling up the room and all of Dean's senses. Dean looks up at Cas and yelps, his eyes wide and his breath catching in his throat.
Cas instantly stops fucking Dean. *Chirp, click, uhn* “Are you okay?” Cas asks.
Dean fully understands both Cas' words and the sounds this time. He knows for a fact the chirp was fear and concern. He completely grasps the entire meaning of the click. It's not just being inquisitive, but there are other emotions in there like some concern, a little bit of alarm, and there's a hint of love in there as well.
And Dean knows the real meaning of what he thought was his name. It's not simply his name, although that's a part of it.
*Uhn* encompasses mate, lover, soul bond, and owner of Castiel's emotional and figurative heart, and it's all tied to the root meaning of his real name, which is valley, and it even includes more subtle hints of hunter, protector, and older brother as if those swirl around his name, yet are connected.
Without even hearing it again, Dean knows *eh* means so much more than Sam's name. It's darkness, triumphant light, warrior, brother, loved one, knowledge, balance, seeker, wanderer, strength, brother-in-arms, and a kind of love that encompasses everything but a sexual aspect.
Dean's speechless. He knows Cas is concerned, but he can't tell him why he's so blown away. He can't tell him it's because he truly understands what Cas is saying now, and he certainly can't tell him it's because he can see Cas' wings.
They're so beautiful that Dean's eyes well up with tears. He's never seen anything so breathtaking, so amazing, so strong. He never wants to stop looking at them.
*Grunt, uhn, chirp* “Breathe,” Cas commands in his true voice.
Dean takes in a gulp of air, coughing when his chest stutters with the effort. “Oh, Cas, fuck!” he breathes.
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Now that Dean is breathing, he's hyperventilating. The wings are swirling about the room, and that isn't even the right term for what they're doing, but Dean can't come up with a better way of describing the fractionated groups of light roving about that are making up Cas' wings.
They scream of power and justice and righteous vengeance, and they're singing of it as well. Dean can hear them. It's the most beautiful thing Dean has ever heard.
They're dark and look like feathers, but at the same time they're light and sound and fire and crackling of ozone, and Dean's mind can't even comprehend how such a thing is possible.
“Humans weren't meant to have this ability,” Cas says.
The noises Cas has been making ever since they woke up in the witch's room are no longer there, and Dean immediately misses them. He craves them. He wants them back. He'd do anything to have them.
Cas reaches up, his fingers moving toward Dean's forehead. Dean already knows Cas is going to knock him out.
“No! Wait! Don't take it away!” Dean screams, trying to push Cas' hand away, but he can't, and then all he knows is darkness.
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Dean wakes up slowly. It's so gradual that he feels like he's pulling himself through mud. He remembers what happened, but it's a gradual remembrance. It doesn't come flooding in. It's not overwhelming.
The memories aren't scattered or out of order. It's just as if they're slowly brightening, a sun coming up over a distant horizon.
He tries to open his eyes, but he can't move. He's not scared. He knows Cas is there. He feels him. He also hears a noise that resonates throughout his body and mind. It's a humming noise, and it means calm and safe and loved and protected.
Dean knows Cas is keeping him in this state of mind. It's for his own protection. Like Cas said, a human wasn't built for this. But Dean isn't a normal human. He wasn't so normal to begin with, but he's died, more than once. He's spent forty years in Hell. He's in love with an angel. He's bound to an angel in a more permanent and tremendous way than he'd ever dreamed.
Cas is in his head, in his heart, in the very cells that make up Dean's body, and Dean can feel him there. He knows what Cas is doing, and he could never express how much he appreciates it. He could never repay Cas for this.
“The flash of power in the witch's house was a mix of dark and light magics, but it also involved the grace of another fallen angel,” Cas says, filling Dean's body with the words he's speaking.
Dean pushes his love and appreciation toward Cas, knowing Cas feels it. He tries to speak, but his body won't cooperate, and his brain doesn't seem to have the ability to speak the way Cas is speaking to him. Cas can read his mind, though, so Dean figures Cas knows.
“The combined powers were too much for the witch to handle. They amassed and pushed her out of existence. You would've been killed had you not been bound to an angel,” Cas explains.
Dean's eyes open, and he thinks he's the one that forced them open, but he's also fairly certain he'd been trying to the whole time to open them and wasn't able to. Cas is lying down next to Dean in the bed. They're face-to-face, and Dean breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the flecks of light in Cas' eyes.
“I didn't realize it at the time, but I would've known had my grace been at full power. It was only when you reacted to seeing my wings that I knew what had happened. I apologize for putting the whammy on you,” Cas says with a grin, knowing Dean will be amused by his choice of words. “If I would've let you continue, your mind would've broken.”
“What did you do?” Dean asks, and he knows his words are slurred, but he hopes it gets the message across to Cas.
“I gave you some of my grace,” Cas replies.
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“I'm fine without it, and if it means that much to you that you're able to see and hear these parts of me, then it's worth giving up,” Cas says, running his fingers over Dean's skin.
“You don't have to. I can live without it,” Dean says, concerned for Cas because of his already-dwindling grace. “I mean, I really like it, but I can't take that from you.”
“You didn't take it. I gave it to you of my own free will,” Cas says.
Dean feels a soft push of an emotion connected to 'I wouldn't have known the pleasure of free will without you' coming through whatever connection he and Cas have.
Dean's chest hurts. He wants to fix Cas so badly it hurts. “How can you give me a part of something that's...,” he trails off. He can't bring himself to say Cas' grace is dying away.
“I would've given it to you anyway,” Cas says, his fingers running through Dean's short hair and over Dean's scalp in an intimate gesture, “but something else happened when we walked into that room. Something we need to talk about because you need to know the whole truth.”
Dean thinks he should feel scared, upset, or even a hint of worry, but he doesn't. It might be Cas keeping him calm, but he doesn't think so. He knows Cas isn't upset over what he wants to tell Dean. In fact, Cas seems excited. That makes everything okay. Dean knows it.
“What is it, Cas?” Dean asks.
“The connection we shared before going into that room was fairly strong,” Cas explains, and Dean can feel the sense of wonder and happiness coming from Cas. “When the combined powers and magics met, my grace flared, and it sought out my mate.”
Dean's eyes widen. He learned that part of his own name in Cas' language meant mate, but he hadn't realized Cas already viewed him as that.
“It fully bonded with your soul because both of us were willing and we already shared the connection that had been building ever since I pulled you from Hell,” Cas says softly.
Dean can feel a small bit of anxious uncertainty coming from Cas, and he knows it's because Dean hasn't said anything yet. Cas could easily read his mind, but Dean knows even now Cas is respecting his wishes and keeping out of Dean's head. He can't speak. He's working his way through everything Cas has said so far, and he has so many questions, but he can't bring himself to say anything.
Instead he pushes reassurance through to Cas, and Cas immediately stops feeling anxiously uncertain. Dean pushes some love and encouragement through to Cas, thrilled over the ability to do so. Cas grins, and it's so adorable that Dean smiles back.
“I'm keeping the connection down to a minimum right now,” Cas says. “Now that I know what's going on, I can open it gradually so your mind can adapt and cope with it all. If I would've known, I would never have let that happen, Dean.”
Dean snorts. “I was scared you'd take it away from me,” he says, his voice getting a little stronger.
“I'd like you to be honest with me in the future,” Cas says, a very small amount of power behind his voice, but enough to let Dean know Cas is extremely serious.
Dean wants to say he'll promise to never lie or hide things from Cas ever again, but he has a feeling it would be a promise he'd break. He doesn't like that part of him, but it's true.
“Is this going to make you lose your grace faster?” Dean asks, his stomach clenching even as he says it.
“That would be the other part of what has happened since we walked into the room,” Cas says, a spike of excitement coming from him. “Because my grace connected and bonded itself to your soul, my grace is growing stronger. I didn't realize it until you saw my wings. It's a slow process, but when you saw my wings, your soul pushed a spike of power into my grace.”
Dean's jaw drops, and he gapes at Cas for a few moments. “I'm fixing your grace?” he asks, his voice breathy in a way that Sam would tease him about if he were here.
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Dean frowns. “I would've given it to you,” he says, feeling an ache, knowing he could've helped Castiel, but Castiel never gave him the opportunity.
“I know you would've,” Cas says softly, squeezing Dean's shoulder. “But the way I would've had to go about it before wouldn't have been pleasant, it would've weakened you, and it doesn't last. The way my grace is connected to your soul now, we feed off each other in a way, both of us building the other up rather than one draining the other.”
“Is this permanent?” Dean asks.
“No one but us can break it, and even then it's not easy,” Cas says.
Dean feels a small spike of fear from Cas, and Dean matches it with one of his own. Neither of them want to break the bond, and they both realize it at the same time.
Dean moves forward, pushing his face between Cas' neck and shoulder. “I can have this? We can have this?” he asks.
“Yes,” Cas says, then kisses Dean's head.
“How long will it take for me to be able to handle everything?” Dean asks, wanting everything now even if he knows his mind and body can't take it.
“I have no way of knowing,” Cas says, and Dean lets out a groan of frustration. “Is there something in particular you'd like me to open up to you first?”
Dean huffs into Cas' shoulder. “I want it all. I want every bit of you. But if I have to choose, I'd really like to be able to hear the noises you make,” Dean requests.
Dean gasps as he feels the connection they have pull back to the point where he doesn't feel anything from Castiel. He digs his fingers into Cas' arm.
“You'll get that part of the connection back again in time,” Cas says, and Dean knows he's talking about the emotional connection. *Coo, nih*
Dean lets out a bark of laughter. It's not funny, but the relief he feels at hearing Cas' noises pushed it out of him.
“I wanna learn what all of those mean,” Dean says.
“You will,” Cas says. *Nih* “You know that each sound has layers of meanings from when we were connected before, but until that connection is opened more again, ask me and I'll tell you anything you want to know.
“*Uhn* is my name, I realize that now, but what does *dook* mean?” Dean asks, though he's already pretty sure. He wants to hear it.
Cas squeezes him closer. “It means all forms of love, devotion, affection, and that I care for you with everything that I am.”
“It's way more awesome than saying I love you,” Dean says with a goofy grin.
“Humans don't have the capacity to form and use a language as complex as what angels use, but whenever you say you love me, I know it means more than the words,” Cas says.
Dean feels emotion swell in his chest. “I do love you,” he says.
*Purr* “And I you,” Cas replies.
Dean chuckles. “Can I call you my Kitty Cas?”
*Cuh* “You may call me whatever you wish,” he says.
Dean flat out refuses to giggle like a girl, holding it in with sheer will, but instead he chuckles and snuggles in closer to Cas.
“Thank you for letting me have this,” Dean whispers as he closes his eyes.
*Hahs*
Dean's eyes open again. That one was new. He's got to start writing these down. He grins and closes his eyes again, listening to Cas purring.
The End (for now)
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I'd like to write more of this in the future, and if/when I do, I'll most likely post to AO3 and my LJ.
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I wanna use that chirping in my writing, because now I'm convinced it's canon. Thanks so much for the cute fill!
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