Last Resort
Title: Last Resort
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 5x01-5x03
Summary: Sort of an 'The Angels Made Them Do It', but not...
As Dean opened up the trunk to gather his weapons that needed cleaning, Castiel made his way over to the motel room door, using the key Dean had given him earlier that evening to gain access. However, as he stepped inside he froze. Something was off with the room, something unnatural.
Hearing Dean step in behind him, he turned to tell him to step back outside. But Dean was already closing the door.
“No Dean! Don…” But it was too late. As the words left his mouth the door slammed shut, “… close the door,” he added as an afterthought.
“What?” Dean asked, utterly confused, “Why?”
“Something is wrong with the room,” Castiel explained as he went over to the door and tried to open it.
Dean looked down at the purple and pink poka-dot carpet and snorted in amusement, “Got that right.”
“Dean I’m serious,” Castiel snapped as he yanked so hard at the door that the handle came off.
“Uh okay, that’s not good,” Dean said, stating the obvious, “What the hell is going on?”
“We’re trapped,” Castiel explained as he walked past Dean to the window.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me,” Dean said as Castiel whipped out his Angel Stick of Doom and hit the window with it. The window should’ve shattered, should’ve broke into a million tiny pieces. But it didn’t. It didn’t even so much as crack.
“Cas?” Dean asked, actually getting worried now.
“Stay here,” Castiel said, “I’ll go get help.”
Dean nodded and stood back, expecting Castiel to disappear at any moment. But he didn’t. He just stood there, his face turning into one big frown.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to leave,” Castiel said through gritted teeth.
“Well stop it. You look like you’re constipated. And I really don’t need you pulling an Elvis on me right now.”
Castiel looked at him like he’d just spoken in a foreign tongue that he had no grasp of. But at least he’d stopped frowning.
“So you can’t fly away?” Dean asked him.
“Apparently not,” Castiel said with a sigh.
“Okay, so lets think about this logically,” Dean said, staying uncharacteristically calm for once, “Why would someone trap us here?”
As if on cue, the TV switched itself on. Castiel and Dean whipped round to stare at it, only to see Zachariah’s grinning face staring back at them.
“Boys,” he said cheerily, “It’s good to see you. Dean, I hope you’re looking after that body yours.”
Castiel pushed forward in front of Dean, “What have you done?” he growled.
“Well Castiel,” he said, “We may not be able to locate Dean, but you we can locate at any time. We thought you would have known this and kept your distance from Dean here, but as it is, we misjudged you… again.”
“What have you done?” Castiel asked again.
“We followed you. And you lead us straight to Dean. So thank you. The little trap we set was initially to just keep Dean there and you out, didn’t want you coming to the rescue and all. Never thought we’d actually trap you as well. That’s just a bonus.”
Castiel was silent as he realised what his actions had done.
“What are you gonna do with us?” Dean asked.
“Keep you there,” Zachariah said as if it was obvious, “Michael will be with you shortly, he’s currently negotiating with his temporary vessel before he comes to you. And Dean, you will become his vessel. I can promise you that.”
“And Cas?”
Zachariah, “Castiel? Well, Michael can do as he wishes with him. We have no need for him anymore, he’s served his purpose,” he said, that insufferable grin still on his face, “Anyhoo, I hope you boys have fun, you know, while you can.”
The TV turned itself off and Dean put his foot through it before turning to Castiel, who looked absolutely distraught.
“I am so sorry Dean,” he said, tears making their way up into his eyes.
“Hey,” Dean said as he made his way over to him, “It’s not your fault.”
“I led them to you,” he croaked.
“So? Just cause they found me doesn’t mean I’m gonna let Michael wear me. He needs my permission remember.”
“They will torture you, torture your family, make you agree in order to end their suffering.”
Dean sighed knowing it was true and pulled Castiel into a hug, a little surprised at how tight Castiel held onto him.
“You know,” he muttered, “If you have any idea on how to get us out of this, now would be a great time to start sharing.”
Castiel tensed before pulling away, staring at the floor unable to look at Dean.
“Cas?” Dean Asked, “Cas you got something?”
Castiel sighed, “There is one thing,” he said, “But I’ve always considered it a last resort.”
“Well, kind of a last resort situation here Cas,” Dean told him, “What is it?”
Castiel hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Michael will not take you if you are tainted.”
Dean frowned, “Tainted?”
“If you have had another angel inside of you,” he clarified.
“Cool, well let’s do it. Come inside me Cas.”
Castiel blushed even though he knew Dean had intended that last sentence to be humorous, he was in for a bit of a shock.
“I can’t,” he said, “You’re not my vessel. You’re body will reject me before exploding.”
Dean frowned, “Than how?”
“There is… another way for me… for me to be inside you.”
Dean frowned once more, trying to figure out what the hell Castiel was talking about before it finally dawned on him.
“No way!” he said, “No you… we. That is all kinds of wrong Cas!”
“Which is why I never brought it up before now,” Castiel said with an apologetic look, “You did ask me to tell you.”
“You could’ve lied!” Dean protested, “Told me there was no way out of this.”
“Angels don’t lie,” Castiel told him.
Dean turned away from him, hands on his hips, breathing deeply and trying to decide what to do. On one hand, if he didn’t do it, he was in for a world of pain before inevitably giving in and living life as a vegetable once Michael was done with him. And on the other, if he did do this, then there would only be a little bit of pain before living a free life. When he put it like that, there really wasn’t much of a choice.
Making his decision, he took a deep breath and turned back to face Castiel.
“Fine,” he said surprising the angel, “But if we do this we do it right.”
Castiel nodded, “Of course.”
And then, before he had the chance to try and contemplate what Dean meant by ‘properly’ exactly, Dean had closed the distance between them and pulled Castiel into a rough kiss. Not really knowing what to do, Castiel just stood there and let him kiss him before Dean finally pulled back.
“A little reciprocation would be nice.”
“My apologies,” Castiel murmured into his lips, “You caught me by surprise.”
Dean smiled slightly before stepping back, “We should probably get naked.”
Castiel nodded and along with Dean began to strip off. It was all very methodical and both of their movements were shaky and full of nerves, until finally there were both standing there, not a layer of clothing between them, well apart from one thing.
“Dude,” Dean said, “You’re wearing socks.”
“Is that wrong?”
“In so many ways,” Dean said before turning to his bag, “Take ‘em off.”
As Dean rummaged through his bag, Castiel pulled his socks off, rolling them up into a neat ball before placing them on top of the pile of his folded clothes on the table in the corner. And then Dean was standing looking at him again.
“Lube,” Dean said as he handed it over to him, “Use it, use lots of it.”
Castiel nodded and took it off of him before looking back up just in time to meet Dean’s lips as he kissed him again. It was a lot more tender this time and Castiel made sure to reciprocate this time. Dean rested a hand on his hip, the other wrapping around his neck and pulling him close and Castiel couldn’t help but gasp slightly as their bodies touched, sending sparks of pleasure through him.
“You okay?” Dean asked him.
Castiel nodded, “We should hurry, we don’t have much time.”
“So romantic,” Dean grinned before leaning in for yet another kiss, this one full of hunger and urgency that had Castiel moaning into his mouth and pushing back, forcing Dean down onto the bed.
Once they were both horizontal, Castiel stroked a hand down Dean’s body, making Dean flex his body against him before he reached down and gently took his still flaccid penis into his hand. As he stroked him, doing his best to bring him to arousal, he felt a tentative hand wrap around his own penis. Together they stroked each other until they were both rock hard.
“Thought you said we had to hurry,” Dean said as he pulled back from the kiss, a little bit surprised at just how easily Castiel had been able to turn him on.
Castiel nodded and sat back, “You should turn over.”
Dean took a deep breath, never having thought he’d ever hear anyone say those words to him before nodding and rolling over onto his stomach.
Resting his head on his arms, he watched closely as Castiel picked up the lube and squirted a large amount onto his hand. Good, he’d been listening to him. And then Castiel was pushing his legs open and settling between them. Dean couldn’t help but tense up a little, but the feel of Castiel’s lips on his back, placing gentle kisses between his shoulders he relaxed slightly… until he felt Castiel pull his ass cheeks apart and a couple of fingers sweeping over his opening.
“You must relax,” Castiel whispered into his ear.
“I’m trying,” Dean told him, turning his head again so that he was resting on his forehead and screwed his eyes shut.
Castiel seemed to take his word for it as he turned his attention back to what he was doing and slipped his first finger inside. He was happy when he only felt minimal resistance, meaning that Dean was indeed trying to relax. He moved his finger, spreading the lubricant around before deciding to add a second. Again there was only minimal resistance before Dean began to relax. And then, out of nowhere, he began to push back, trying to force as much of Castiel’s fingers inside him as he could.
Castiel didn’t know much about sex, but he knew from the way Dean was moving, from the sounds he was making that now would be a good time for them to join properly. He removed his fingers, gently stroking Dean’s lower back to relax him as he lined himself up.
“Ready?” he asked.
Dean didn’t say anything, just nodded and so Castiel pushed slowly pushed into him, not stopping until he was in to the hilt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, panting slightly.
“Yeah,” Dean said, “I just, give me a minute.”
Castiel did as he asked and waited, gently stroking a hand up and down his thigh as he did so and placing soft kisses on his shoulder, paying particular attention to his handprint.
Dean shuddered slightly as his lips connected with his scar before he looked behind him. Castiel met his eyes before leaning in and kissing him again, allowing Dean to set the pace. He was still kissing him when Dean flexed his hips, pushing back against him. It was then that Castiel knew it was time to move.
Pulling his hips back, he gently pushed back in, smiling when Dean moaned softly from pleasure and not from pain.
And then from there, things began to pick up. Dean started to push back, meeting Castiel’s thrusts and setting a fast pace. Castiel would have liked to have taken things slowly, to ensure that they both enjoyed themselves as much as possible, but as it was they just didn’t have the time.
Somehow they had worked their way backwards, Castiel balancing on his knees, gripping tight to Dean’s hips as he settled on all fours in front of him. When Dean lifted one of his hands to reach down and take hold of himself, the force from Castiel’s thrust nearly made him lose his balance. But luckily, Castiel had the forethought to hold on tighter. He was gonna so have some suspect bruises in the morning, but right now he didn’t care.
He didn’t want to admit it, felt ashamed to even think it, but feeling Castiel inside of him, pummelling into him and batting his hand away to replace it with his own, it felt so unbelievably amazing that he was shocked that he hadn’t come already.
As if reading his thoughts, Castiel gave one last hard pull on his cock and couple of more thrusts into him, forcing him to spill his seed all over his hand and the bed below them. His entire body shuddered with his orgasm, all the energy disappearing from his arms and making him fall face first onto the bed. Castiel held on tight to him though, as he was yet to experience his own orgasm.
Castiel growled as he felt his spine begin to tingle with pleasure, a feeling he had never felt before. The only thing that was stopping him from passing out right now was the feel of Dean’s skin under his hands, the feel of his muscles clenching him tight.
And then, before he knew what was happening, his hips had stilled and his vision was blurring, blinding white stars appearing in front of him. He did his best not to collapse on top of Dean, but it was all but impossible as the dizziness all but consumed him.
As it began to dissipate, he blinked a couple of times surprised when his vision came back and he was lying face to face with a smiling Dean.
“I don’t know about you man, but that was pretty freakin awesome,” he said, reaching out with his hand to pull Castiel close to him, “We should totally have done this sooner.”
Castiel smiled back at him, “And I thought you were adverse to the idea.”
“Well, I’m easily persuaded,” Dean told him as he leaned forward to kiss him again.
Castiel melted into the kiss, allowing Dean to roll on top of him, his hands wrapped around Dean’s back so he could hold him close. Dean pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at him, bumping their noses slightly before moving in to kiss him once more.
But before he could, the door to the motel room burst open and in walked a very tall, very handsome, Latino man.
“Castiel,” he hissed.
Castiel pushed himself up to sit, “Michael,” he said back, nodding slightly.
Michael glanced between him and Dean, who was doing his best to act disinterested and was instead wiping the cum from his body.
“What have you done to my vessel?” Michael asked as he stepped into the room.
“I do have a name you know,” Dean said, “And if you must know, he just gave me the best fuck of my life.”
Michael’s eyes blazoned with fury as he stared at Dean, Dean staring right back while Castiel shifted nervously beside him.
“So you know, you’ll either need to find someone else or just make do with what you got,” Dean told him as he put his arm around Castiel, “Cause Cas here, already claimed me.”
“Dean,” Castiel started but was interrupted by Michael.
“Is this true Castiel?” Michael asked, “You lay with a human?”
Castiel hesitated before nodding, “Yes. Yes I did.”
“This is your choice?”
Castiel nodded, unable to speak due to the lump in his throat. Dean frowned, wondering what the hell was going on exactly.
“Very well,” Michael nodded, “Dean. It is regrettable that you will no longer be fit to be my vessel, you are strong and you would’ve allowed me to fight well. However, there are others who will sustain me long enough for me to send Lucifer back to hell.”
Dean started in surprise. He’d been sure Michael would have torn the place up in a fit of anger. The way Zachariah had spoken to him, had made such a big deal out of it all, he been sure of it. So he was immediately suspicious when he stepped forward and cupped Castiel’s face.
“You will be missed my brother,” he said softly before leaning down and placing the softest of kisses on his lips.
Castiel let out a soft sigh before snapping his eyes open to look at Michael, “Thank you,” he whispered.
Michael stepped back, “Look after each other. You both still have your part to play in this war.”
And then in a flutter of wings, he was gone.
“What the hell was that all about?” Dean asked.
Castiel blushed and looked away from him, “If you’ll excuse me I think I need to use the bathroom.”
Dean frowned at him as he climbed off the bed, “Since when did you need to use the bathroom?”
Castiel didn’t say anything as he closed the bathroom door. Dean climbed off of the bed and ran after him. He pushed the bathroom door open and started in surprise when he saw Castiel just standing there, staring at himself in the mirror.
“Cas?” Dean asked.
“Do I look different to you?” Castiel asked him, his voice a little higher and more Jimmy sounding than usual.
“No, but you’re certainly acting a little different. And not in a good way,” Dean said as he went over to him and turned him to face him, “Cas, what’s going on?”
Castiel sighed, “I’m… I’m human,” he told him.
“What?”
“When an angel has sex with a human they are sent to Hell,” he explained, “But Raphael already killed me and I was brought back. It stands to reason that if I was killed again, I would be brought back again. And so, Michael did the next best thing. He made me human.”
“Wait,” Dean said, “You had sex with me knowing that there was a possibility that Michael would kill you?”
Castiel nodded, “Of course. I’d do anything if it meant keeping you safe.”
Dean didn’t have to think twice about it. He pushed forward, kissing Castiel hard and possessively. Castiel had not been expecting it, but didn’t protest, wrapping an arm around Dean’s shoulder and pulled him close to him, allowing him to pin him against the sink as he claimed his mouth.
When Dean pulled back, Castiel couldn’t help but whine slightly at the feeling of loss. But the look of utter seriousness on Dean’s face made him bite back any protest.
“Don’t you ever, ever, do anything so stupid like that ever again! You hear me?”
Castiel nodded.
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” Castiel told him, “Unless your life’s in danger that is.”
“Damn it Cas, my life is always in danger,” Dean told him.
Castiel made to argue, but as he opened his mouth, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of his stomach rumbling in hunger. He and Dean both stared down at it before looking back at each other and bursting into laughter.
“Come on,” Dean said as he took his hand, “Let’s go get you some pie.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 5x01-5x03
Summary: Sort of an 'The Angels Made Them Do It', but not...
As Dean opened up the trunk to gather his weapons that needed cleaning, Castiel made his way over to the motel room door, using the key Dean had given him earlier that evening to gain access. However, as he stepped inside he froze. Something was off with the room, something unnatural.
Hearing Dean step in behind him, he turned to tell him to step back outside. But Dean was already closing the door.
“No Dean! Don…” But it was too late. As the words left his mouth the door slammed shut, “… close the door,” he added as an afterthought.
“What?” Dean asked, utterly confused, “Why?”
“Something is wrong with the room,” Castiel explained as he went over to the door and tried to open it.
Dean looked down at the purple and pink poka-dot carpet and snorted in amusement, “Got that right.”
“Dean I’m serious,” Castiel snapped as he yanked so hard at the door that the handle came off.
“Uh okay, that’s not good,” Dean said, stating the obvious, “What the hell is going on?”
“We’re trapped,” Castiel explained as he walked past Dean to the window.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me,” Dean said as Castiel whipped out his Angel Stick of Doom and hit the window with it. The window should’ve shattered, should’ve broke into a million tiny pieces. But it didn’t. It didn’t even so much as crack.
“Cas?” Dean asked, actually getting worried now.
“Stay here,” Castiel said, “I’ll go get help.”
Dean nodded and stood back, expecting Castiel to disappear at any moment. But he didn’t. He just stood there, his face turning into one big frown.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to leave,” Castiel said through gritted teeth.
“Well stop it. You look like you’re constipated. And I really don’t need you pulling an Elvis on me right now.”
Castiel looked at him like he’d just spoken in a foreign tongue that he had no grasp of. But at least he’d stopped frowning.
“So you can’t fly away?” Dean asked him.
“Apparently not,” Castiel said with a sigh.
“Okay, so lets think about this logically,” Dean said, staying uncharacteristically calm for once, “Why would someone trap us here?”
As if on cue, the TV switched itself on. Castiel and Dean whipped round to stare at it, only to see Zachariah’s grinning face staring back at them.
“Boys,” he said cheerily, “It’s good to see you. Dean, I hope you’re looking after that body yours.”
Castiel pushed forward in front of Dean, “What have you done?” he growled.
“Well Castiel,” he said, “We may not be able to locate Dean, but you we can locate at any time. We thought you would have known this and kept your distance from Dean here, but as it is, we misjudged you… again.”
“What have you done?” Castiel asked again.
“We followed you. And you lead us straight to Dean. So thank you. The little trap we set was initially to just keep Dean there and you out, didn’t want you coming to the rescue and all. Never thought we’d actually trap you as well. That’s just a bonus.”
Castiel was silent as he realised what his actions had done.
“What are you gonna do with us?” Dean asked.
“Keep you there,” Zachariah said as if it was obvious, “Michael will be with you shortly, he’s currently negotiating with his temporary vessel before he comes to you. And Dean, you will become his vessel. I can promise you that.”
“And Cas?”
Zachariah, “Castiel? Well, Michael can do as he wishes with him. We have no need for him anymore, he’s served his purpose,” he said, that insufferable grin still on his face, “Anyhoo, I hope you boys have fun, you know, while you can.”
The TV turned itself off and Dean put his foot through it before turning to Castiel, who looked absolutely distraught.
“I am so sorry Dean,” he said, tears making their way up into his eyes.
“Hey,” Dean said as he made his way over to him, “It’s not your fault.”
“I led them to you,” he croaked.
“So? Just cause they found me doesn’t mean I’m gonna let Michael wear me. He needs my permission remember.”
“They will torture you, torture your family, make you agree in order to end their suffering.”
Dean sighed knowing it was true and pulled Castiel into a hug, a little surprised at how tight Castiel held onto him.
“You know,” he muttered, “If you have any idea on how to get us out of this, now would be a great time to start sharing.”
Castiel tensed before pulling away, staring at the floor unable to look at Dean.
“Cas?” Dean Asked, “Cas you got something?”
Castiel sighed, “There is one thing,” he said, “But I’ve always considered it a last resort.”
“Well, kind of a last resort situation here Cas,” Dean told him, “What is it?”
Castiel hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Michael will not take you if you are tainted.”
Dean frowned, “Tainted?”
“If you have had another angel inside of you,” he clarified.
“Cool, well let’s do it. Come inside me Cas.”
Castiel blushed even though he knew Dean had intended that last sentence to be humorous, he was in for a bit of a shock.
“I can’t,” he said, “You’re not my vessel. You’re body will reject me before exploding.”
Dean frowned, “Than how?”
“There is… another way for me… for me to be inside you.”
Dean frowned once more, trying to figure out what the hell Castiel was talking about before it finally dawned on him.
“No way!” he said, “No you… we. That is all kinds of wrong Cas!”
“Which is why I never brought it up before now,” Castiel said with an apologetic look, “You did ask me to tell you.”
“You could’ve lied!” Dean protested, “Told me there was no way out of this.”
“Angels don’t lie,” Castiel told him.
Dean turned away from him, hands on his hips, breathing deeply and trying to decide what to do. On one hand, if he didn’t do it, he was in for a world of pain before inevitably giving in and living life as a vegetable once Michael was done with him. And on the other, if he did do this, then there would only be a little bit of pain before living a free life. When he put it like that, there really wasn’t much of a choice.
Making his decision, he took a deep breath and turned back to face Castiel.
“Fine,” he said surprising the angel, “But if we do this we do it right.”
Castiel nodded, “Of course.”
And then, before he had the chance to try and contemplate what Dean meant by ‘properly’ exactly, Dean had closed the distance between them and pulled Castiel into a rough kiss. Not really knowing what to do, Castiel just stood there and let him kiss him before Dean finally pulled back.
“A little reciprocation would be nice.”
“My apologies,” Castiel murmured into his lips, “You caught me by surprise.”
Dean smiled slightly before stepping back, “We should probably get naked.”
Castiel nodded and along with Dean began to strip off. It was all very methodical and both of their movements were shaky and full of nerves, until finally there were both standing there, not a layer of clothing between them, well apart from one thing.
“Dude,” Dean said, “You’re wearing socks.”
“Is that wrong?”
“In so many ways,” Dean said before turning to his bag, “Take ‘em off.”
As Dean rummaged through his bag, Castiel pulled his socks off, rolling them up into a neat ball before placing them on top of the pile of his folded clothes on the table in the corner. And then Dean was standing looking at him again.
“Lube,” Dean said as he handed it over to him, “Use it, use lots of it.”
Castiel nodded and took it off of him before looking back up just in time to meet Dean’s lips as he kissed him again. It was a lot more tender this time and Castiel made sure to reciprocate this time. Dean rested a hand on his hip, the other wrapping around his neck and pulling him close and Castiel couldn’t help but gasp slightly as their bodies touched, sending sparks of pleasure through him.
“You okay?” Dean asked him.
Castiel nodded, “We should hurry, we don’t have much time.”
“So romantic,” Dean grinned before leaning in for yet another kiss, this one full of hunger and urgency that had Castiel moaning into his mouth and pushing back, forcing Dean down onto the bed.
Once they were both horizontal, Castiel stroked a hand down Dean’s body, making Dean flex his body against him before he reached down and gently took his still flaccid penis into his hand. As he stroked him, doing his best to bring him to arousal, he felt a tentative hand wrap around his own penis. Together they stroked each other until they were both rock hard.
“Thought you said we had to hurry,” Dean said as he pulled back from the kiss, a little bit surprised at just how easily Castiel had been able to turn him on.
Castiel nodded and sat back, “You should turn over.”
Dean took a deep breath, never having thought he’d ever hear anyone say those words to him before nodding and rolling over onto his stomach.
Resting his head on his arms, he watched closely as Castiel picked up the lube and squirted a large amount onto his hand. Good, he’d been listening to him. And then Castiel was pushing his legs open and settling between them. Dean couldn’t help but tense up a little, but the feel of Castiel’s lips on his back, placing gentle kisses between his shoulders he relaxed slightly… until he felt Castiel pull his ass cheeks apart and a couple of fingers sweeping over his opening.
“You must relax,” Castiel whispered into his ear.
“I’m trying,” Dean told him, turning his head again so that he was resting on his forehead and screwed his eyes shut.
Castiel seemed to take his word for it as he turned his attention back to what he was doing and slipped his first finger inside. He was happy when he only felt minimal resistance, meaning that Dean was indeed trying to relax. He moved his finger, spreading the lubricant around before deciding to add a second. Again there was only minimal resistance before Dean began to relax. And then, out of nowhere, he began to push back, trying to force as much of Castiel’s fingers inside him as he could.
Castiel didn’t know much about sex, but he knew from the way Dean was moving, from the sounds he was making that now would be a good time for them to join properly. He removed his fingers, gently stroking Dean’s lower back to relax him as he lined himself up.
“Ready?” he asked.
Dean didn’t say anything, just nodded and so Castiel pushed slowly pushed into him, not stopping until he was in to the hilt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, panting slightly.
“Yeah,” Dean said, “I just, give me a minute.”
Castiel did as he asked and waited, gently stroking a hand up and down his thigh as he did so and placing soft kisses on his shoulder, paying particular attention to his handprint.
Dean shuddered slightly as his lips connected with his scar before he looked behind him. Castiel met his eyes before leaning in and kissing him again, allowing Dean to set the pace. He was still kissing him when Dean flexed his hips, pushing back against him. It was then that Castiel knew it was time to move.
Pulling his hips back, he gently pushed back in, smiling when Dean moaned softly from pleasure and not from pain.
And then from there, things began to pick up. Dean started to push back, meeting Castiel’s thrusts and setting a fast pace. Castiel would have liked to have taken things slowly, to ensure that they both enjoyed themselves as much as possible, but as it was they just didn’t have the time.
Somehow they had worked their way backwards, Castiel balancing on his knees, gripping tight to Dean’s hips as he settled on all fours in front of him. When Dean lifted one of his hands to reach down and take hold of himself, the force from Castiel’s thrust nearly made him lose his balance. But luckily, Castiel had the forethought to hold on tighter. He was gonna so have some suspect bruises in the morning, but right now he didn’t care.
He didn’t want to admit it, felt ashamed to even think it, but feeling Castiel inside of him, pummelling into him and batting his hand away to replace it with his own, it felt so unbelievably amazing that he was shocked that he hadn’t come already.
As if reading his thoughts, Castiel gave one last hard pull on his cock and couple of more thrusts into him, forcing him to spill his seed all over his hand and the bed below them. His entire body shuddered with his orgasm, all the energy disappearing from his arms and making him fall face first onto the bed. Castiel held on tight to him though, as he was yet to experience his own orgasm.
Castiel growled as he felt his spine begin to tingle with pleasure, a feeling he had never felt before. The only thing that was stopping him from passing out right now was the feel of Dean’s skin under his hands, the feel of his muscles clenching him tight.
And then, before he knew what was happening, his hips had stilled and his vision was blurring, blinding white stars appearing in front of him. He did his best not to collapse on top of Dean, but it was all but impossible as the dizziness all but consumed him.
As it began to dissipate, he blinked a couple of times surprised when his vision came back and he was lying face to face with a smiling Dean.
“I don’t know about you man, but that was pretty freakin awesome,” he said, reaching out with his hand to pull Castiel close to him, “We should totally have done this sooner.”
Castiel smiled back at him, “And I thought you were adverse to the idea.”
“Well, I’m easily persuaded,” Dean told him as he leaned forward to kiss him again.
Castiel melted into the kiss, allowing Dean to roll on top of him, his hands wrapped around Dean’s back so he could hold him close. Dean pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at him, bumping their noses slightly before moving in to kiss him once more.
But before he could, the door to the motel room burst open and in walked a very tall, very handsome, Latino man.
“Castiel,” he hissed.
Castiel pushed himself up to sit, “Michael,” he said back, nodding slightly.
Michael glanced between him and Dean, who was doing his best to act disinterested and was instead wiping the cum from his body.
“What have you done to my vessel?” Michael asked as he stepped into the room.
“I do have a name you know,” Dean said, “And if you must know, he just gave me the best fuck of my life.”
Michael’s eyes blazoned with fury as he stared at Dean, Dean staring right back while Castiel shifted nervously beside him.
“So you know, you’ll either need to find someone else or just make do with what you got,” Dean told him as he put his arm around Castiel, “Cause Cas here, already claimed me.”
“Dean,” Castiel started but was interrupted by Michael.
“Is this true Castiel?” Michael asked, “You lay with a human?”
Castiel hesitated before nodding, “Yes. Yes I did.”
“This is your choice?”
Castiel nodded, unable to speak due to the lump in his throat. Dean frowned, wondering what the hell was going on exactly.
“Very well,” Michael nodded, “Dean. It is regrettable that you will no longer be fit to be my vessel, you are strong and you would’ve allowed me to fight well. However, there are others who will sustain me long enough for me to send Lucifer back to hell.”
Dean started in surprise. He’d been sure Michael would have torn the place up in a fit of anger. The way Zachariah had spoken to him, had made such a big deal out of it all, he been sure of it. So he was immediately suspicious when he stepped forward and cupped Castiel’s face.
“You will be missed my brother,” he said softly before leaning down and placing the softest of kisses on his lips.
Castiel let out a soft sigh before snapping his eyes open to look at Michael, “Thank you,” he whispered.
Michael stepped back, “Look after each other. You both still have your part to play in this war.”
And then in a flutter of wings, he was gone.
“What the hell was that all about?” Dean asked.
Castiel blushed and looked away from him, “If you’ll excuse me I think I need to use the bathroom.”
Dean frowned at him as he climbed off the bed, “Since when did you need to use the bathroom?”
Castiel didn’t say anything as he closed the bathroom door. Dean climbed off of the bed and ran after him. He pushed the bathroom door open and started in surprise when he saw Castiel just standing there, staring at himself in the mirror.
“Cas?” Dean asked.
“Do I look different to you?” Castiel asked him, his voice a little higher and more Jimmy sounding than usual.
“No, but you’re certainly acting a little different. And not in a good way,” Dean said as he went over to him and turned him to face him, “Cas, what’s going on?”
Castiel sighed, “I’m… I’m human,” he told him.
“What?”
“When an angel has sex with a human they are sent to Hell,” he explained, “But Raphael already killed me and I was brought back. It stands to reason that if I was killed again, I would be brought back again. And so, Michael did the next best thing. He made me human.”
“Wait,” Dean said, “You had sex with me knowing that there was a possibility that Michael would kill you?”
Castiel nodded, “Of course. I’d do anything if it meant keeping you safe.”
Dean didn’t have to think twice about it. He pushed forward, kissing Castiel hard and possessively. Castiel had not been expecting it, but didn’t protest, wrapping an arm around Dean’s shoulder and pulled him close to him, allowing him to pin him against the sink as he claimed his mouth.
When Dean pulled back, Castiel couldn’t help but whine slightly at the feeling of loss. But the look of utter seriousness on Dean’s face made him bite back any protest.
“Don’t you ever, ever, do anything so stupid like that ever again! You hear me?”
Castiel nodded.
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” Castiel told him, “Unless your life’s in danger that is.”
“Damn it Cas, my life is always in danger,” Dean told him.
Castiel made to argue, but as he opened his mouth, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of his stomach rumbling in hunger. He and Dean both stared down at it before looking back at each other and bursting into laughter.
“Come on,” Dean said as he took his hand, “Let’s go get you some pie.”
THE END