[Fic] Supernatural - Familiar Security - Castiel/Dean
Title: Familiar Security
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, just playing with them.
Rating: R to mild NC-17 (to be safe)
Warnings/Content: m/m sex, emotional comfort, fluff, angst (flangst?), mostly PWPish, very little dialogue, established relationship
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Timeline/Spoilers: Early to mid-season six with very little detail of it
Summary: Dean awakens to find Castiel in need
Author’s Notes: Ooookay… I dunno where this came from, the first couple paragraphs were hammering to be written and then it kind of took off from there. Enjoy! Comments would be lovely as this is pretty well the first fic of this sort that I’ve written.
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Familiar Security
Dean opened his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable in the night, with the soft familiar weight of Castiel against his chest. Castiel who had slid in as he so often did without rousing Dean from sleep seeking comfort, rest or peace or whatever it was angels sought. Castiel who slid in and pressed every surface he could against Dean’s chest, clinging to his hand and arm and snuggling in until he was comfortable and safe. Dean nuzzled the hair at the back of Castiel’s neck, taking in his exotic scent, power and light, liberally coating soft pale skin.
Castiel shifted, never really fully asleep and turned so they faced each other pressing without need for prompting a light as air kiss on Dean’s sleep softened lips which Dean more than willingly returned relishing in the soft delicate pleasure, chaste and wonderful but still feeling the underlying heat of their skin touching.
Dean searched Castiel’s tired, drawn eyes, tried to find in them what it was that had Castiel so low and drained and in need of safety and security in the form of Dean’s arms and Dean’s bed. He could not see specifically, but what he did see had him reaching up a hand to cup Castiel’s face and pressing another delicate kiss against full pink lips and just resting there for a moment with their foreheads touching, breath mingling and heartbeats padding softly against each other, their chests pressed so close together that they could feel the rhythm through bone, muscle, flesh, skin and the layers of cotton that separated them.
Castiel, not accustomed to breathing, but falling back on the habit of his human host in times of stress and anxiety let out a long shaky breath and closed his eyes against Dean’s curious and worried gaze. There was much that Castiel felt the need to reveal, much he wanted to share with this human with whom he was so closely bonded, but knew there was so much more he could not share. This battle for once, was his own, he did not need Dean to help him. Dean could not help him even if his assistance was something that Castiel desired above all else at this moment. Wars in Heaven were no place for humans, regardless of how righteous or incredibly awe inspiring those humans were.
Castiel opened his eyes again, tried to smile and chase away any worry or fear Dean felt on his behalf, knew he failed miserably but tried nonetheless. Dean closed his own eyes then, just briefly, the act of a man fighting a losing battle and smiled in return. He knew by now, no matter what he felt for this being, that if the angel had no desire to share, Castiel would not share. It hurt Dean more than he would often admit to himself that Castiel lacked trust or faith or whatever in him, but Dean would let it slide and just offer what comfort he could. What peace he could provide even for a moment.
Dean leaned in again, kissing again, not as chaste this time but still soft and delicate, letting lips slide against lips curling fingertips in the dark softness of Castiel’s hair and pressing his body against the other man’s, hips coming in contact with a joyful jolt on both sides. Castiel responded eagerly, kissing back, reaching up and carding his own fingers through Dean’s hair, pulling his face against his own, pressing impossibly further against Dean, appreciating the warmth and hardness of a body consisting of all soft skin and muscle and little else aside from the annoying barrier of cotton clothing. Castiel was scrambling now, more desperately than he had been previous, sliding cool fingers under Dean’s t-shirt, feeling only vaguely guilty as his perpetually cool touch ghosted against Dean’s sleep warmed skin but not minding soon after as Dean’s calloused fingertips found their way to Castiel’s jacket, and tie and small translucent buttons of Castiel’s dress shirt which he deftly undid and slid from firm rounded shoulders.
Now shirtless and pressed together, the kisses grew more heated, tongues spared and warred for dominance, a contest they always partook in, the mystery of who would end up where always a part of the thrill of these moments together. Dean’s rough skinned, but gentle fingers were dancing down the muscle of Castiel’s chest, seeking his prize below, finding the leather of Castiel’s belt and the metal of the buckle clinking startlingly loud in the quiet hush of the room, mostly broken only by coarse breath and slickening skin sliding against skin.
Castiel had a lesser task before him, his own hands chasing down, slipping under the elastic of Dean’s pants and removing the soft pliable material in an instant sliding it down to tangle Dean’s ankles and feet before helping the taller man kick them away and off the bed. Castiel skimmed his fingers back up, feeling the texture of the hairs on Dean’s legs, teasing his hand over Dean’s hip to wrap and squeeze around Dean’s side, not quite touching what Castiel knew Dean so desperately wanted him to touch and relishing in the soft gasp and little noses of surprise at every sudden ghosting touch of Castiel’s fingers.
Dean managed finally to lay Castiel bare before him, dress pants sprawled in a wrinkled tangled heap at the foot of the bed and he was sliding up and over the slighter man, making out flashes of pale skin in the gentle blue glow of the neon outside the motel window. He looked up, saw a light that was not all external flash and glimmer in Castiel’s darkening eyes as pupils widened and consumed the startling blue. He lay now, half on top of the angel raining teasing wet kissing behind ear, along neck and dancing over the sharpness of his clavicle, licking and sucking at the jutting bone, not enough to leave a mark behind, never enough to leave a mark behind on preternatural skin but more than enough to send teasing tingles of pleasure straight down Castiel’s spine and nestling firmly at his groin which was now dark and hard, ready for whatever Dean desired to do to him.
Castiel’s little gasps and sighs had Dean biting and nipping with more relish, enjoying the encouragement they provided and wanting to eek more and more from the now squirming angel. Until eventually Dean’s kisses trailed lower and lower, biting and nipping over the soft jut of Castiel’s hip bone, trailing down then up the gentle V of his pelvis and hovering for just an instant over Castiel’s needy erection before he swallowed the warming, solid flesh, tasting the pre-ejaculate beading wantonly and teasingly there, dipping tongue into slit and around the flushed, swollen head, tongue ghosting across throbbing thick vein before back up and settling into a steady rhythm that had Castiel moaning and whimpering his need and desire above Dean, fingers coming down to tangle and pull just this side of roughly on Dean’s dark sandy hair. Dean moaned his appreciation of the tug and pull and Castiel gasped jutting hips forward to brush the head of his cock against the back of Dean’s throat. Dean reared back just slightly from the movement, saving himself from choking without breaking his pattern and rhythm.
Castiel growled then, sudden and insistent, pulling Dean’s head away roughly by the hair and dragging the taller man up to rest bodily against his chest, wanting the weight of him on top and assaulted his mouth and lips and throat with kisses and nips that Dean knew without a doubt would leave marks behind. Dean moaned into Castiel’s neck, as he sucked and pulled at the sensitive skin of Dean’s shoulder and Dean found himself flipped and on his back in an instant, half thinking of turning the tables again but too lost in the sensation of Castiel’s hand on his needy cock and slipping lower to fondle his balls before sliding back further slicked with pre-cum and saliva and pushing gently into Dean’s willing entrance.
Tonight Castiel won the battle for dominance and Dean found himself without a care as Castiel worked and prodded and brought Dean so close to the edge before replacing his fingers with what Dean really wanted and filling him gentle and slow, minimising the inevitable burn of the intrusion and resting there while both panted. Dean enjoying the firm weight of Castiel above him, braced on elbows while his forehead rested on the juncture of Dean’s neck and shoulder waiting for his cue, his indication that told him Dean was ready. It didn’t take long as Dean positively whined and let out a low, gruff raspy curse and Castiel was thrusting and moving and pushing as deep as he could, a rhythm long set between them which took little time to rediscover. A rhythm borne of an unspoken bond and well known familiarity.
Castiel worked, whispering nonsense in Dean’s ear, each gust of breath sending almost unbearable tingles over Dean’s skin and he threw back his head and then squeezed his eyes shut tight leaning forward again and biting hard into Castiel’s nearby throat. Whispering in exchange all kinds of dirty things when he pulled back and felt their movement grow to a crescendo as desperation took over and absolute desire for release took hold of them both. It had Dean swearing and Castiel huffing as Dean’s fingers dug what would have been bruising hard on a normal human’s skin, nails scrapping angry red lines into always perfect flesh. Castiel collapsed, full weight falling heavily onto Dean’s chest crushing the breath out of him in the most pleasant way possible as they just lay there, still linked and basking in one another.
Not long after, Dean felt the warm tickle of fluid sliding free from his body and he gently shoved at the half dozing angel. Castiel lifted his head, glared mildly down at the human and with an exasperated sigh pulled gently away and rolled to the side. He didn’t move far however, his chest pressing bodily to Dean’s damp side and his head resting on Dean’s shoulder, hair and breath tickling the side of Dean’s now almost oversensitive neck and cheek. Dean reached up and absently patted down Castiel’s hair, so the strands wouldn’t bite and tingle along his cheek before lowering his arm to rest around Castiel’s back and shoulder and hugging his angel to his side.
“Feeling better?” Dean murmured voice still rough and raspy but concern clearly apparent.
“Yes,” Castiel whispered back. “Thank you.”
Dean rolled his eyes, as he always did at the angel's predilection for gratitude when they came together like this. Dean did understand why the angel felt the need to thank him, Castiel would come crawling to him with pent up fear, anxiety and need for comfort and Dean would provide without question, but at the same time it was not at all necessary: the gratitude the endless thanks. Dean needed this just as much as Cas. They took comfort in one another but it was more than that, something deeper that Dean had never really shared with another human being before, let alone an angel.
Dean squeezed the angel to his side, “Don’t mention it Cas.” He dropped a light kiss to the angel’s forehead and allowed himself to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Castiel.
End
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, just playing with them.
Rating: R to mild NC-17 (to be safe)
Warnings/Content: m/m sex, emotional comfort, fluff, angst (flangst?), mostly PWPish, very little dialogue, established relationship
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Timeline/Spoilers: Early to mid-season six with very little detail of it
Summary: Dean awakens to find Castiel in need
Author’s Notes: Ooookay… I dunno where this came from, the first couple paragraphs were hammering to be written and then it kind of took off from there. Enjoy! Comments would be lovely as this is pretty well the first fic of this sort that I’ve written.
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Familiar Security
Dean opened his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable in the night, with the soft familiar weight of Castiel against his chest. Castiel who had slid in as he so often did without rousing Dean from sleep seeking comfort, rest or peace or whatever it was angels sought. Castiel who slid in and pressed every surface he could against Dean’s chest, clinging to his hand and arm and snuggling in until he was comfortable and safe. Dean nuzzled the hair at the back of Castiel’s neck, taking in his exotic scent, power and light, liberally coating soft pale skin.
Castiel shifted, never really fully asleep and turned so they faced each other pressing without need for prompting a light as air kiss on Dean’s sleep softened lips which Dean more than willingly returned relishing in the soft delicate pleasure, chaste and wonderful but still feeling the underlying heat of their skin touching.
Dean searched Castiel’s tired, drawn eyes, tried to find in them what it was that had Castiel so low and drained and in need of safety and security in the form of Dean’s arms and Dean’s bed. He could not see specifically, but what he did see had him reaching up a hand to cup Castiel’s face and pressing another delicate kiss against full pink lips and just resting there for a moment with their foreheads touching, breath mingling and heartbeats padding softly against each other, their chests pressed so close together that they could feel the rhythm through bone, muscle, flesh, skin and the layers of cotton that separated them.
Castiel, not accustomed to breathing, but falling back on the habit of his human host in times of stress and anxiety let out a long shaky breath and closed his eyes against Dean’s curious and worried gaze. There was much that Castiel felt the need to reveal, much he wanted to share with this human with whom he was so closely bonded, but knew there was so much more he could not share. This battle for once, was his own, he did not need Dean to help him. Dean could not help him even if his assistance was something that Castiel desired above all else at this moment. Wars in Heaven were no place for humans, regardless of how righteous or incredibly awe inspiring those humans were.
Castiel opened his eyes again, tried to smile and chase away any worry or fear Dean felt on his behalf, knew he failed miserably but tried nonetheless. Dean closed his own eyes then, just briefly, the act of a man fighting a losing battle and smiled in return. He knew by now, no matter what he felt for this being, that if the angel had no desire to share, Castiel would not share. It hurt Dean more than he would often admit to himself that Castiel lacked trust or faith or whatever in him, but Dean would let it slide and just offer what comfort he could. What peace he could provide even for a moment.
Dean leaned in again, kissing again, not as chaste this time but still soft and delicate, letting lips slide against lips curling fingertips in the dark softness of Castiel’s hair and pressing his body against the other man’s, hips coming in contact with a joyful jolt on both sides. Castiel responded eagerly, kissing back, reaching up and carding his own fingers through Dean’s hair, pulling his face against his own, pressing impossibly further against Dean, appreciating the warmth and hardness of a body consisting of all soft skin and muscle and little else aside from the annoying barrier of cotton clothing. Castiel was scrambling now, more desperately than he had been previous, sliding cool fingers under Dean’s t-shirt, feeling only vaguely guilty as his perpetually cool touch ghosted against Dean’s sleep warmed skin but not minding soon after as Dean’s calloused fingertips found their way to Castiel’s jacket, and tie and small translucent buttons of Castiel’s dress shirt which he deftly undid and slid from firm rounded shoulders.
Now shirtless and pressed together, the kisses grew more heated, tongues spared and warred for dominance, a contest they always partook in, the mystery of who would end up where always a part of the thrill of these moments together. Dean’s rough skinned, but gentle fingers were dancing down the muscle of Castiel’s chest, seeking his prize below, finding the leather of Castiel’s belt and the metal of the buckle clinking startlingly loud in the quiet hush of the room, mostly broken only by coarse breath and slickening skin sliding against skin.
Castiel had a lesser task before him, his own hands chasing down, slipping under the elastic of Dean’s pants and removing the soft pliable material in an instant sliding it down to tangle Dean’s ankles and feet before helping the taller man kick them away and off the bed. Castiel skimmed his fingers back up, feeling the texture of the hairs on Dean’s legs, teasing his hand over Dean’s hip to wrap and squeeze around Dean’s side, not quite touching what Castiel knew Dean so desperately wanted him to touch and relishing in the soft gasp and little noses of surprise at every sudden ghosting touch of Castiel’s fingers.
Dean managed finally to lay Castiel bare before him, dress pants sprawled in a wrinkled tangled heap at the foot of the bed and he was sliding up and over the slighter man, making out flashes of pale skin in the gentle blue glow of the neon outside the motel window. He looked up, saw a light that was not all external flash and glimmer in Castiel’s darkening eyes as pupils widened and consumed the startling blue. He lay now, half on top of the angel raining teasing wet kissing behind ear, along neck and dancing over the sharpness of his clavicle, licking and sucking at the jutting bone, not enough to leave a mark behind, never enough to leave a mark behind on preternatural skin but more than enough to send teasing tingles of pleasure straight down Castiel’s spine and nestling firmly at his groin which was now dark and hard, ready for whatever Dean desired to do to him.
Castiel’s little gasps and sighs had Dean biting and nipping with more relish, enjoying the encouragement they provided and wanting to eek more and more from the now squirming angel. Until eventually Dean’s kisses trailed lower and lower, biting and nipping over the soft jut of Castiel’s hip bone, trailing down then up the gentle V of his pelvis and hovering for just an instant over Castiel’s needy erection before he swallowed the warming, solid flesh, tasting the pre-ejaculate beading wantonly and teasingly there, dipping tongue into slit and around the flushed, swollen head, tongue ghosting across throbbing thick vein before back up and settling into a steady rhythm that had Castiel moaning and whimpering his need and desire above Dean, fingers coming down to tangle and pull just this side of roughly on Dean’s dark sandy hair. Dean moaned his appreciation of the tug and pull and Castiel gasped jutting hips forward to brush the head of his cock against the back of Dean’s throat. Dean reared back just slightly from the movement, saving himself from choking without breaking his pattern and rhythm.
Castiel growled then, sudden and insistent, pulling Dean’s head away roughly by the hair and dragging the taller man up to rest bodily against his chest, wanting the weight of him on top and assaulted his mouth and lips and throat with kisses and nips that Dean knew without a doubt would leave marks behind. Dean moaned into Castiel’s neck, as he sucked and pulled at the sensitive skin of Dean’s shoulder and Dean found himself flipped and on his back in an instant, half thinking of turning the tables again but too lost in the sensation of Castiel’s hand on his needy cock and slipping lower to fondle his balls before sliding back further slicked with pre-cum and saliva and pushing gently into Dean’s willing entrance.
Tonight Castiel won the battle for dominance and Dean found himself without a care as Castiel worked and prodded and brought Dean so close to the edge before replacing his fingers with what Dean really wanted and filling him gentle and slow, minimising the inevitable burn of the intrusion and resting there while both panted. Dean enjoying the firm weight of Castiel above him, braced on elbows while his forehead rested on the juncture of Dean’s neck and shoulder waiting for his cue, his indication that told him Dean was ready. It didn’t take long as Dean positively whined and let out a low, gruff raspy curse and Castiel was thrusting and moving and pushing as deep as he could, a rhythm long set between them which took little time to rediscover. A rhythm borne of an unspoken bond and well known familiarity.
Castiel worked, whispering nonsense in Dean’s ear, each gust of breath sending almost unbearable tingles over Dean’s skin and he threw back his head and then squeezed his eyes shut tight leaning forward again and biting hard into Castiel’s nearby throat. Whispering in exchange all kinds of dirty things when he pulled back and felt their movement grow to a crescendo as desperation took over and absolute desire for release took hold of them both. It had Dean swearing and Castiel huffing as Dean’s fingers dug what would have been bruising hard on a normal human’s skin, nails scrapping angry red lines into always perfect flesh. Castiel collapsed, full weight falling heavily onto Dean’s chest crushing the breath out of him in the most pleasant way possible as they just lay there, still linked and basking in one another.
Not long after, Dean felt the warm tickle of fluid sliding free from his body and he gently shoved at the half dozing angel. Castiel lifted his head, glared mildly down at the human and with an exasperated sigh pulled gently away and rolled to the side. He didn’t move far however, his chest pressing bodily to Dean’s damp side and his head resting on Dean’s shoulder, hair and breath tickling the side of Dean’s now almost oversensitive neck and cheek. Dean reached up and absently patted down Castiel’s hair, so the strands wouldn’t bite and tingle along his cheek before lowering his arm to rest around Castiel’s back and shoulder and hugging his angel to his side.
“Feeling better?” Dean murmured voice still rough and raspy but concern clearly apparent.
“Yes,” Castiel whispered back. “Thank you.”
Dean rolled his eyes, as he always did at the angel's predilection for gratitude when they came together like this. Dean did understand why the angel felt the need to thank him, Castiel would come crawling to him with pent up fear, anxiety and need for comfort and Dean would provide without question, but at the same time it was not at all necessary: the gratitude the endless thanks. Dean needed this just as much as Cas. They took comfort in one another but it was more than that, something deeper that Dean had never really shared with another human being before, let alone an angel.
Dean squeezed the angel to his side, “Don’t mention it Cas.” He dropped a light kiss to the angel’s forehead and allowed himself to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Castiel.
End