Let Your Grace Guide You: Chapter Three
Let Your Grace Guide You
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He felt like he could fall asleep right there with his head against Cas’ shoulder. Dean didn’t know how to define what was happening. His soul and Cas' Grace were intimately acquainted, and the physicality of their relationship clicked into place around that connection. Being this close to Castiel felt right, and comforting, and his feelings toward the angel seemed stronger, the longer they were connected. He’d felt strongly about Castiel since they first met, but now that feeling seemed to be blossoming into something he’d never felt before. He couldn’t even begin to put it into words.
Dean eventually lifted his head off of Cas’ shoulder and looked up at the angel. Dean couldn’t remember what Castiel’s true form looked like - he couldn’t remember anything between being pulled from Hell and his resurrection - but he could remember exactly what it felt like. It was this same feeling that he had in his chest. Soul and Grace intertwining. Warmth and love and safety. Now that he knew what this warmth was that he’d been feeling, it was unmistakable and he wondered why he hadn’t recognized it immediately.
Dean leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Cas’, testing a new boundary between them that he hadn’t considered crossing before. The fact that Castiel was currently wearing a male vessel barely registered with him. Dean knew he was bisexual and even though he never really talked about it and very rarely acted upon it, he was comfortable with it. But Castiel wasn’t a man. He wasn’t even human. He was light and energy and power. His desire to be near him went beyond the physical. It was divine.
Their chaste kiss turned into something deeper as Dean gave into the urges that were coursing through his body. He needed to be as close to Cas as possible. He needed to be near him and around him. He just needed. Dean buried his hands in the angel’s hair to ground himself, but he found himself using his new position to tilt Cas’ head and kiss deeper still.
Dean pulled back slightly to gauge Cas’ reaction. The hand that had been resting gently over his t-shirt was now bunched up in the fabric and pulling him closer. Cas’ eyes were dark, his lips parted and swollen; he looked absolutely wrecked. Dean knew he was a virgin, but it hadn’t dawned on him, until that moment, that he’d probably never so much as kissed anyone before either. Dean began to rethink giving in to his impulses. Maybe they should take things slow...
Then Cas breathed his name.
Dean feared the worst, that they were moving too fast, that Castiel didn't really want this, want him in such a physical way. He quickly backtracked, trying to put some space between them. “We don’t have to. We don’t have to do this... if you don’t want to.”
Cas hesitated for only a moment. He slipped his hand under Dean’s shirt and set it flat against his bare chest. The feeling of Grace thrumming away in Dean’s veins was constant and steady now. It was new, but not unwelcome. He could see how, given time, it could just become a part of him. The sensation would no longer be so overwhelming. Already, it was starting to feel like it belonged there; like it had always belonged there.
“Dean,” Cas breathed again. “I want you to continue.”
Dean took a moment to look into Cas’ eyes. He remembered how he used to find them expressionless. How Cas had seemed so inhuman and cold. But now he could read the most subtle changes in Castiel’s mood just by looking into his eyes. Were Cas’ mannerisms becoming more human or was Dean just learning how to read him better? Either way, Castiel’s eyes were currently telling Dean everything he needed to know.
Then Dean was kissing him again and pushing him back into the mattress. Cas’ right hand remained flat against Dean’s bare chest, but his left hand was beginning to slowly explore. It roamed across Dean’s hip and up his back until it too was under Dean’s t-shirt. Dean took the hint and tossed his shirt aside in a hurry.
Cas’ eyes were immediately drawn to the handprint scar marking Dean’s shoulder. He traced it lightly with his fingertips, outlining the edges of the stigmata his Grace had burned into Dean the very first time they’d met. Despite having ‘healed everything,’ Cas still had left that mark there. It marked Dean as his. He’d touched Dean’s soul, pulled him from Hell, and pieced his body back together. He knew every molecule that made up Dean Winchester. Seeing his mark on him ignited something primal in him and he couldn’t bring himself to remove it.
Cas’ gaze shifted from the scar to Dean’s eyes and they both froze for a long moment. Dean tugged the knot of Cas’ tie loose before slowly pulling it off of his neck. The tie soon joined Dean’s shirt on the floor. When he resumed their kiss Dean started popping the buttons of Cas’ shirt one by one, almost going intentionally slow, both out of caution for Cas’ virginal senses and as a way to tease.
Cas was becoming more bold as they went on. Both hands now roamed freely over Dean’s bare chest and back exploring every bump and imperfection that he found. It was almost as if Cas was memorizing Dean's body by touch, even though he knew every minute detail from his resurrection. As far as Dean was concerned, he could take his time and relearn his body with his vessel's senses. Dean certainly wasn’t going to complain as it felt so good to have those hands all over him, long fingers gliding over every inch of visible skin and causing the Grace inside of him to flare with excitement.
With the last button popped, Dean pulled Cas into a sitting position and pushed all three layers of clothing off of Castiel’s shoulders at once. The dress shirt and suit jacket were easy to discard, but Castiel was partially sitting on the trench coat and it took some maneuvering to toss it aside.
As soon as Castiel had settled back down on the bed, Dean straddled his lap and pushed him back against the pillows. Cas’ eyes had gone even darker, pupils dilated to their extreme. It thrilled Dean to think that Cas was connecting with his human form in such a way. Cas was feeling. His cheeks were red, his lips were parted, and he was beginning to pant heavily. He was aroused. It was so very human in every way. It was so very human in every way, and Dean wanted to savor this moment and have this Castiel burned into his memory like the handprint was seared into his flesh and the like the Grace that was slowly igniting his soul.
Dean leaned over and cupped Castiel’s face with both hands. He ran his thumbs over Cas’ cheeks and just appreciated him. Cas was beautiful. Sure, his vessel was handsome, but Dean felt like he’d be able to see the beauty of his Grace no matter what face he was wearing.
Dean kissed him again and rutted against him, pressing their growing erections against each other through their clothing. To Dean’s surprise, Castiel was grinding back against him, catching on to the mechanics of it with a surprising amount of ease. He was even more surprised when the angel reached between them and started undoing Dean’s jeans. When Cas had finished unzipping them, Dean quickly discarded them. Castiel’s own pants were mojoed away a second later, which caused Dean to pause before climbing back on top of him.
“Dude,” Dean said. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. “You mojoing in the bedroom might get a little weird...”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, pulling back ever so slightly.
“What? No, no need to be sorry,” Dean said as he settled back on Cas’ lap. “I didn’t mean stop it or whatever. Just... this is just different.”
“I know,” Cas said. It was only then that Dean remembered just how different it all must be for Cas too. They were both embarking on uncharted territory. They’d figure it out together.
Dean pushed the angel back against the mattress again. Castiel could be unmovable, but he seemed more than happy to let Dean control him just then. Dean almost couldn’t believe that he’d been granted that kind of power over such a miraculous creature. Castiel was willingly let him take charge and it thrilled Dean even more than he expected.
Without breaking eye contact, Dean cupped Castiel through his boxers and gently stroked him. Castiel shuddered. His mouth opened slightly and his breathing deepened. Castiel’s body was fully engaged at that point, whether the angel was aware of it or not. He almost looked lost in the sensations. But he didn’t seem to mind being slightly out of control of his vessel. He was actually enjoying it if the expression on his face was any indicator.
As Castiel experienced the physical sensations associated with the human body for the first time, Dean experienced the pleasure radiating from the Grace inside him. Dean could feel the Grace pounding in his own chest. It must have been even more intense for Castiel since Grace made up the majority of what he was. Dean could only imagine how amplified it was for him. Dean hooked his fingers under the waistband of the angel’s boxers. He slowed their momentum at this point, teasing the boxers down Castiel’s hips until his erection was freed. Castiel kept his eyes on Dean’s as the hunter slid his underwear down his legs and threw it on the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Dean’s joined them a second later and when he settled back onto Cas’ lap there were no layers left between them. Dean took Castiel’s cock in hand and pumped it slowly, experimenting with a touch he knew the angel had never felt before. Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned.
“This is the first time you’ve been touched, isn’t it,” Dean said.
“You’ve asked me this before,” Cas panted.
“Yeah, that was months ago. Figured you could have gotten some since then.” Dean knew that wasn’t the case, but he liked hearing Castiel breathlessly try to respond to him.
“Well, I haven’t,” Cas said, gasping slightly when Dean stroked up his length slowly. He’d begun to thrust into Dean’s hand at this point. Dean wasn’t even sure the angel knew he was doing it, but either way it stroked Dean’s ego to think he could make an angel, no, this angel, come undone like this.
Dean kissed Cas on the lips lightly before slithered down the mattress. When he was even with Cas’ erection he bent over and took him into his mouth. Cas cried out so loudly this time Dean was sure Bobby could hear them. But he didn’t really care. He could hardly think beyond the salty taste of Castiel’s precome and the heat that was surging through the both of them.
He licked at the soft skin just under the head that Dean knew felt good when teased just like this. Cas bucked up into his mouth this time and Dean was no match for his strength. He would have choked if he hadn’t been anticipating it. But he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of your very first blow job and he had predicted how Castiel would react. He managed to ride out the thrust without stopping.
Dean hadn’t given head since long before Hell. On earth it’d probably been at least three or four years. Adding his time in Hell onto it and, well, it was more than a lifetime ago. But he knew just how to lick and suck in a way that could drive anyone insane, even a powerful angel. Cas’ fingers were tightening in his hair, though, and he was starting to breathe in a way that indicated an impending orgasm. It was quick and shallow and on the verge of a scream.
But Dean wasn’t sure he wanted this to be over. Not yet. He released Cas’ cock and climbed back up the angel’s body until their faces were just inches apart.
“Cas?”
“Dean,” Cas drawled as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“How far are you going to let me take this?”
Cas slung both arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He was aggressive this time, exploring Dean’s mouth with his tongue without reservation. He thrusted his hips against Dean, desperate for friction. That was almost enough of an answer for Dean, but he wanted to be sure.
“I want to fuck you, Cas,” he whispered into his mouth.
“Dean, please...” Suddenly Castiel was shoving a tube of lube into Dean’s hand and the hunter was briefly thrown off guard.
“Did you... did you just mojo a bottle of lube?”
“Dean, please, I’m finding I have very little patience at this moment,” Castiel growled.
Dean didn’t need to be told twice. If Castiel wanted to cheat and use angel magic to speed things along, fuck, Dean wasn’t going to argue. Not when the benefits of it were so obvious. Maybe next time they could get past the whole clothes situation even faster. That part was always a nice build up, but it seemed rather tedious to Dean sometimes.
Dean slicked up a finger and slid it slowly into Cas. The angel reacted abruptly, clenching tightly and grunting at the sensation. Cas’ hands found their way to Dean’s shoulders, one slotting firmly over the handprint, and he squeezed gently as he forced himself to relax. Cas shut his eyes and exhaled slowly again, letting his human body’s natural responses take over.
Dean kissed him again before sliding a second finger in. Castiel took the second finger easier than the first, even pushing back against Dean’s fingers in an attempt to bury them deeper inside himself. Castiel was letting Dean drive, but he was a fast learner. He was slowly fucking himself on Dean’s fingers, loosening himself up and enjoying every moment of it.
“You’re taking to the sex thing better than I expected,” Dean teased as he started to spread him apart.
“I may be a virgin, but...” Cas gasped and knocked his head back against the pillow as Dean brushed lightly over his prostate. “But... but I’m not naive. I know... Dean... I know the mechanics of it... know what to expect.”
Dean chuckled softly as he slid in a third finger smoothly. Watching Cas lose control was way too much fun. He wasn’t even sure Cas needed the last bit of preparation, but he wanted to be certain his first time was going to be good and Dean was enjoying watching him on the brink of his first orgasm. He could experiment with Castiel’s pain tolerance later. Right now he just wanted everything to be perfect.
“You’re beautiful, Cas,” Dean said as he left soft kisses against the angel’s neck and jaw.
“Dean please.”
“Fuck, Cas.” Dean removed his fingers and quickly replaced it with his own cock. They both moaned then, unable to think beyond how perfect the stretch and the pressure felt.
His mind only briefly paused to consider the fact that he was currently buried deep inside an angel. An angel he’d just given a blow job to a moment ago. And that angel was actually encouraging it. Enjoying it. Dean’s life was weird. But when it came to this he found it hard to complain.
When he started to move all his thoughts evaporated. There was just Cas below him - around him. There was just heat and pressure. His body was vibrating with physical and spiritual pleasure and he could hardly control himself. Every moment seemed to strengthen their connection until they were both driving each other crazy with their own feelings. Dean was thrusting, his heart was pounding, and his soul was practically exploding with life as it danced with Castiel’s Grace in his chest.
Castiel’s eyes seemed to be glowing then. But it wasn’t blinding like Dean’s previous encounters with Cas’ Grace had been. He could actually see it this time. It was all the colors of the rainbow - and then some - shining to their full intensity. This is what Dean had seen coming for him in Hell. As soon as it had touched him, Dean knew he was safe. At any other time, a flashback from Hell would have been a mood killer, but the emotions associated with that first touch were so overwhelmingly positive, it made this experience even better. This was the real Castiel.
When they came together, everything went white. Whether it was his own brain flooding with chemicals or Castiel popping out of his vessel he wasn’t sure. But it sent a jolt through his system that rendered him exhausted. He barely had enough coherence to pull out and lay on the bed after. It was only with Castiel’s assistance that he managed to not collapse completely.
He’d experienced mind blowing orgasms in the past, but this was downright debilitating. He was vaguely aware of Cas holding him and soothing him as he drifted off to sleep, but he found it difficult to rouse himself out of consciousness long enough to evaluate the situation. Castiel was there with him and that’s all that mattered at that moment.
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He felt like he could fall asleep right there with his head against Cas’ shoulder. Dean didn’t know how to define what was happening. His soul and Cas' Grace were intimately acquainted, and the physicality of their relationship clicked into place around that connection. Being this close to Castiel felt right, and comforting, and his feelings toward the angel seemed stronger, the longer they were connected. He’d felt strongly about Castiel since they first met, but now that feeling seemed to be blossoming into something he’d never felt before. He couldn’t even begin to put it into words.
Dean eventually lifted his head off of Cas’ shoulder and looked up at the angel. Dean couldn’t remember what Castiel’s true form looked like - he couldn’t remember anything between being pulled from Hell and his resurrection - but he could remember exactly what it felt like. It was this same feeling that he had in his chest. Soul and Grace intertwining. Warmth and love and safety. Now that he knew what this warmth was that he’d been feeling, it was unmistakable and he wondered why he hadn’t recognized it immediately.
Dean leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Cas’, testing a new boundary between them that he hadn’t considered crossing before. The fact that Castiel was currently wearing a male vessel barely registered with him. Dean knew he was bisexual and even though he never really talked about it and very rarely acted upon it, he was comfortable with it. But Castiel wasn’t a man. He wasn’t even human. He was light and energy and power. His desire to be near him went beyond the physical. It was divine.
Their chaste kiss turned into something deeper as Dean gave into the urges that were coursing through his body. He needed to be as close to Cas as possible. He needed to be near him and around him. He just needed. Dean buried his hands in the angel’s hair to ground himself, but he found himself using his new position to tilt Cas’ head and kiss deeper still.
Dean pulled back slightly to gauge Cas’ reaction. The hand that had been resting gently over his t-shirt was now bunched up in the fabric and pulling him closer. Cas’ eyes were dark, his lips parted and swollen; he looked absolutely wrecked. Dean knew he was a virgin, but it hadn’t dawned on him, until that moment, that he’d probably never so much as kissed anyone before either. Dean began to rethink giving in to his impulses. Maybe they should take things slow...
Then Cas breathed his name.
Dean feared the worst, that they were moving too fast, that Castiel didn't really want this, want him in such a physical way. He quickly backtracked, trying to put some space between them. “We don’t have to. We don’t have to do this... if you don’t want to.”
Cas hesitated for only a moment. He slipped his hand under Dean’s shirt and set it flat against his bare chest. The feeling of Grace thrumming away in Dean’s veins was constant and steady now. It was new, but not unwelcome. He could see how, given time, it could just become a part of him. The sensation would no longer be so overwhelming. Already, it was starting to feel like it belonged there; like it had always belonged there.
“Dean,” Cas breathed again. “I want you to continue.”
Dean took a moment to look into Cas’ eyes. He remembered how he used to find them expressionless. How Cas had seemed so inhuman and cold. But now he could read the most subtle changes in Castiel’s mood just by looking into his eyes. Were Cas’ mannerisms becoming more human or was Dean just learning how to read him better? Either way, Castiel’s eyes were currently telling Dean everything he needed to know.
Then Dean was kissing him again and pushing him back into the mattress. Cas’ right hand remained flat against Dean’s bare chest, but his left hand was beginning to slowly explore. It roamed across Dean’s hip and up his back until it too was under Dean’s t-shirt. Dean took the hint and tossed his shirt aside in a hurry.
Cas’ eyes were immediately drawn to the handprint scar marking Dean’s shoulder. He traced it lightly with his fingertips, outlining the edges of the stigmata his Grace had burned into Dean the very first time they’d met. Despite having ‘healed everything,’ Cas still had left that mark there. It marked Dean as his. He’d touched Dean’s soul, pulled him from Hell, and pieced his body back together. He knew every molecule that made up Dean Winchester. Seeing his mark on him ignited something primal in him and he couldn’t bring himself to remove it.
Cas’ gaze shifted from the scar to Dean’s eyes and they both froze for a long moment. Dean tugged the knot of Cas’ tie loose before slowly pulling it off of his neck. The tie soon joined Dean’s shirt on the floor. When he resumed their kiss Dean started popping the buttons of Cas’ shirt one by one, almost going intentionally slow, both out of caution for Cas’ virginal senses and as a way to tease.
Cas was becoming more bold as they went on. Both hands now roamed freely over Dean’s bare chest and back exploring every bump and imperfection that he found. It was almost as if Cas was memorizing Dean's body by touch, even though he knew every minute detail from his resurrection. As far as Dean was concerned, he could take his time and relearn his body with his vessel's senses. Dean certainly wasn’t going to complain as it felt so good to have those hands all over him, long fingers gliding over every inch of visible skin and causing the Grace inside of him to flare with excitement.
With the last button popped, Dean pulled Cas into a sitting position and pushed all three layers of clothing off of Castiel’s shoulders at once. The dress shirt and suit jacket were easy to discard, but Castiel was partially sitting on the trench coat and it took some maneuvering to toss it aside.
As soon as Castiel had settled back down on the bed, Dean straddled his lap and pushed him back against the pillows. Cas’ eyes had gone even darker, pupils dilated to their extreme. It thrilled Dean to think that Cas was connecting with his human form in such a way. Cas was feeling. His cheeks were red, his lips were parted, and he was beginning to pant heavily. He was aroused. It was so very human in every way. It was so very human in every way, and Dean wanted to savor this moment and have this Castiel burned into his memory like the handprint was seared into his flesh and the like the Grace that was slowly igniting his soul.
Dean leaned over and cupped Castiel’s face with both hands. He ran his thumbs over Cas’ cheeks and just appreciated him. Cas was beautiful. Sure, his vessel was handsome, but Dean felt like he’d be able to see the beauty of his Grace no matter what face he was wearing.
Dean kissed him again and rutted against him, pressing their growing erections against each other through their clothing. To Dean’s surprise, Castiel was grinding back against him, catching on to the mechanics of it with a surprising amount of ease. He was even more surprised when the angel reached between them and started undoing Dean’s jeans. When Cas had finished unzipping them, Dean quickly discarded them. Castiel’s own pants were mojoed away a second later, which caused Dean to pause before climbing back on top of him.
“Dude,” Dean said. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. “You mojoing in the bedroom might get a little weird...”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, pulling back ever so slightly.
“What? No, no need to be sorry,” Dean said as he settled back on Cas’ lap. “I didn’t mean stop it or whatever. Just... this is just different.”
“I know,” Cas said. It was only then that Dean remembered just how different it all must be for Cas too. They were both embarking on uncharted territory. They’d figure it out together.
Dean pushed the angel back against the mattress again. Castiel could be unmovable, but he seemed more than happy to let Dean control him just then. Dean almost couldn’t believe that he’d been granted that kind of power over such a miraculous creature. Castiel was willingly let him take charge and it thrilled Dean even more than he expected.
Without breaking eye contact, Dean cupped Castiel through his boxers and gently stroked him. Castiel shuddered. His mouth opened slightly and his breathing deepened. Castiel’s body was fully engaged at that point, whether the angel was aware of it or not. He almost looked lost in the sensations. But he didn’t seem to mind being slightly out of control of his vessel. He was actually enjoying it if the expression on his face was any indicator.
As Castiel experienced the physical sensations associated with the human body for the first time, Dean experienced the pleasure radiating from the Grace inside him. Dean could feel the Grace pounding in his own chest. It must have been even more intense for Castiel since Grace made up the majority of what he was. Dean could only imagine how amplified it was for him. Dean hooked his fingers under the waistband of the angel’s boxers. He slowed their momentum at this point, teasing the boxers down Castiel’s hips until his erection was freed. Castiel kept his eyes on Dean’s as the hunter slid his underwear down his legs and threw it on the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Dean’s joined them a second later and when he settled back onto Cas’ lap there were no layers left between them. Dean took Castiel’s cock in hand and pumped it slowly, experimenting with a touch he knew the angel had never felt before. Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned.
“This is the first time you’ve been touched, isn’t it,” Dean said.
“You’ve asked me this before,” Cas panted.
“Yeah, that was months ago. Figured you could have gotten some since then.” Dean knew that wasn’t the case, but he liked hearing Castiel breathlessly try to respond to him.
“Well, I haven’t,” Cas said, gasping slightly when Dean stroked up his length slowly. He’d begun to thrust into Dean’s hand at this point. Dean wasn’t even sure the angel knew he was doing it, but either way it stroked Dean’s ego to think he could make an angel, no, this angel, come undone like this.
Dean kissed Cas on the lips lightly before slithered down the mattress. When he was even with Cas’ erection he bent over and took him into his mouth. Cas cried out so loudly this time Dean was sure Bobby could hear them. But he didn’t really care. He could hardly think beyond the salty taste of Castiel’s precome and the heat that was surging through the both of them.
He licked at the soft skin just under the head that Dean knew felt good when teased just like this. Cas bucked up into his mouth this time and Dean was no match for his strength. He would have choked if he hadn’t been anticipating it. But he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of your very first blow job and he had predicted how Castiel would react. He managed to ride out the thrust without stopping.
Dean hadn’t given head since long before Hell. On earth it’d probably been at least three or four years. Adding his time in Hell onto it and, well, it was more than a lifetime ago. But he knew just how to lick and suck in a way that could drive anyone insane, even a powerful angel. Cas’ fingers were tightening in his hair, though, and he was starting to breathe in a way that indicated an impending orgasm. It was quick and shallow and on the verge of a scream.
But Dean wasn’t sure he wanted this to be over. Not yet. He released Cas’ cock and climbed back up the angel’s body until their faces were just inches apart.
“Cas?”
“Dean,” Cas drawled as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“How far are you going to let me take this?”
Cas slung both arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He was aggressive this time, exploring Dean’s mouth with his tongue without reservation. He thrusted his hips against Dean, desperate for friction. That was almost enough of an answer for Dean, but he wanted to be sure.
“I want to fuck you, Cas,” he whispered into his mouth.
“Dean, please...” Suddenly Castiel was shoving a tube of lube into Dean’s hand and the hunter was briefly thrown off guard.
“Did you... did you just mojo a bottle of lube?”
“Dean, please, I’m finding I have very little patience at this moment,” Castiel growled.
Dean didn’t need to be told twice. If Castiel wanted to cheat and use angel magic to speed things along, fuck, Dean wasn’t going to argue. Not when the benefits of it were so obvious. Maybe next time they could get past the whole clothes situation even faster. That part was always a nice build up, but it seemed rather tedious to Dean sometimes.
Dean slicked up a finger and slid it slowly into Cas. The angel reacted abruptly, clenching tightly and grunting at the sensation. Cas’ hands found their way to Dean’s shoulders, one slotting firmly over the handprint, and he squeezed gently as he forced himself to relax. Cas shut his eyes and exhaled slowly again, letting his human body’s natural responses take over.
Dean kissed him again before sliding a second finger in. Castiel took the second finger easier than the first, even pushing back against Dean’s fingers in an attempt to bury them deeper inside himself. Castiel was letting Dean drive, but he was a fast learner. He was slowly fucking himself on Dean’s fingers, loosening himself up and enjoying every moment of it.
“You’re taking to the sex thing better than I expected,” Dean teased as he started to spread him apart.
“I may be a virgin, but...” Cas gasped and knocked his head back against the pillow as Dean brushed lightly over his prostate. “But... but I’m not naive. I know... Dean... I know the mechanics of it... know what to expect.”
Dean chuckled softly as he slid in a third finger smoothly. Watching Cas lose control was way too much fun. He wasn’t even sure Cas needed the last bit of preparation, but he wanted to be certain his first time was going to be good and Dean was enjoying watching him on the brink of his first orgasm. He could experiment with Castiel’s pain tolerance later. Right now he just wanted everything to be perfect.
“You’re beautiful, Cas,” Dean said as he left soft kisses against the angel’s neck and jaw.
“Dean please.”
“Fuck, Cas.” Dean removed his fingers and quickly replaced it with his own cock. They both moaned then, unable to think beyond how perfect the stretch and the pressure felt.
His mind only briefly paused to consider the fact that he was currently buried deep inside an angel. An angel he’d just given a blow job to a moment ago. And that angel was actually encouraging it. Enjoying it. Dean’s life was weird. But when it came to this he found it hard to complain.
When he started to move all his thoughts evaporated. There was just Cas below him - around him. There was just heat and pressure. His body was vibrating with physical and spiritual pleasure and he could hardly control himself. Every moment seemed to strengthen their connection until they were both driving each other crazy with their own feelings. Dean was thrusting, his heart was pounding, and his soul was practically exploding with life as it danced with Castiel’s Grace in his chest.
Castiel’s eyes seemed to be glowing then. But it wasn’t blinding like Dean’s previous encounters with Cas’ Grace had been. He could actually see it this time. It was all the colors of the rainbow - and then some - shining to their full intensity. This is what Dean had seen coming for him in Hell. As soon as it had touched him, Dean knew he was safe. At any other time, a flashback from Hell would have been a mood killer, but the emotions associated with that first touch were so overwhelmingly positive, it made this experience even better. This was the real Castiel.
When they came together, everything went white. Whether it was his own brain flooding with chemicals or Castiel popping out of his vessel he wasn’t sure. But it sent a jolt through his system that rendered him exhausted. He barely had enough coherence to pull out and lay on the bed after. It was only with Castiel’s assistance that he managed to not collapse completely.
He’d experienced mind blowing orgasms in the past, but this was downright debilitating. He was vaguely aware of Cas holding him and soothing him as he drifted off to sleep, but he found it difficult to rouse himself out of consciousness long enough to evaluate the situation. Castiel was there with him and that’s all that mattered at that moment.
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