Have a Little Faith (Part 9)
Title: Have A Little Faith (Part 9)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP (plot in other chapters)
Word Count: ~1750
Spoiler: None this chapter (general season 6 for the others)
Warning: Sex, profanity, and accidental pain
Summary: Dean and Cas wake up snuggled in bed together. Then they wake up the rest of the household.
A/N: There is a plot… in other chapters. Also, with Castiel’s telepathy this story has sort of become a Dean POV, but that’s ok. I’m having fun being in his head.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
For the first time since Dean was pulled from Hell he slept peacefully through the night. He woke up to the first rays of sunlight and was immediately aware that Cas was still laying in his arms in the same position he was when they fell asleep. He looked down just as Cas lifted his own head to meet his eyes.
“Were you actually asleep?”
“I was in a deep state of meditation.”
“So yes?” Dean tightened his arm around Cas and pulled him closer. It’d been a long time since he woke up next to someone, and even longer since it was someone he actually cared about. And they seemed to mold into each other’s bodies like they were always meant to be like this.
“In a manner of speaking, yes, it was similar to being asleep. But not exact.”
He began running his hand up and down Cas’ back. Dean sort of wished the angel had taken off his dress shirt, at least, because then he’d be making contact with his bare skin right now. And man, he wanted that badly. “Do you dream?”
“I walked in on a few of yours by accident.”
“Great,” he said, resting his head back on the pillow. “I don’t remember any of that. What was I dreaming?”
“You have a fondness for strip clubs.”
Fuck! “Wait, you said ‘accident?’” He lifted his head again.
“Um, yes, I did.”
“You care to expand on that?”
“I’m glad that you’re asking questions, but unfortunately no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was unaware that such a thing was possible. But when I return to Heaven I will ask around.”
“Ok,” Dean said as he scooted down the bed and rolled over onto his side. They were nose to nose now. “Kind of weird that you remember dreams that I don’t. They were my own dreams.”
“Would you like me to inform you that you are dreaming next time?”
“Yes. It might be nice to enjoy a dream with you without, you know, having to pass on a super secret message or some other stupid shit.”
“Then I shall. I just assumed you’d consider it another intrusion in your head.”
“It’s more of an intrusion if you don’t tell me.”
“I understand.”
Dean didn’t do ‘cute,’ but he couldn’t resist planting a soft little kiss on the tip of Castiel’s nose. Had this been anyone else he would have felt completely emasculated, but when a guy can see your every thought, what’s to be embarrassed about really? And then it clicked.
Dean had nothing to hide anymore. For once he was completely an open book and… he felt relieved!
He wasn’t sure how long they were staring at each other just then. He got lost in his own thoughts and he was sure Cas was following him the entire time. But Dean couldn’t stand the ‘distance’ any longer and pulled Cas into a fierce kiss.
He turned Cas onto his back and used one hand to start popping the buttons on his shirt. Castiel embraced him, but let Dean lead the way. No amount of porn could prepare him for this encounter. The angel might recognize the mechanics of the act, but acting them out was entirely different experience and he wanted Dean to be in control. It just made sense to him.
Dean straddled Castiel’s hips as he worked the final button open and ran his hands up Castiel’s bare chest. He knew he wanted this, but he had no idea how intense that desire was until just now. This was happening. Holy shit, I’m going to have sex with an angel. Holy shit.
Cas chuckled and Dean took his eyes away from his chest to look up at his smile. And he loved that smile. And he realized he didn’t see nearly enough of it. He was going to have to change that.
Dean pulled Cas into a sitting position and slipped the shirt off his shoulders. When Cas’ hands were free he returned the favor and lifted Dean’s shirt over his head. Before Dean could even chuck his shirt aside Cas’ lips were on the handprint scar on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but yelp and grab onto Cas. Dean’s hands instantly found their way to Cas’ hair and he held him close with the other.
When Castiel took his lips off the handprint Dean tilted his head up and kissed him on the lips. He guided Cas back onto the bed and let his hands wander down the angel’s torso until it found its way to his belt. He undid it and popped the button on Cas’ pants. Then he pulled away and finished removing his pants. Heh, Jimmy was a boxer’s kind of guy.
“Guess so,” the angel responded.
Dean frowned. “That’s cheating.”
“Do you care?”
Not really.
Dean kneeled on the foot of the bed and undid his own jeans. Castiel propped himself up on his elbows and watched Dean finish undressing. When the last article of clothing was discarded Dean crawled back on top of Cas and pushed him back down onto the mattress. He slid his fingers into the waistband of the angel’s last layer of clothing and slowly slid them down. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. Holy shit.
“Dean,” Cas said as he reached up and stroked Dean’s cheek. With that contact Dean felt the familiar contentment spread through him that came with being near his angel. His heart was still pounding, but it was want, not fear, that was making it pound so hard.
Lube. He needed that if he was going to do this.
“Left pocket of my coat.”
“Maybe there are benefits of you being in my head,” Dean said as he quickly grabbed for the trench coat on the dresser. The bottle was where Cas said it’d be and he returned to his spot on top of him a second later. “You came prepared,” he said as he raised his eyebrow and popped open the bottle.
“Yes.”
Dean poured some of the slick liquid over his fingers and smirked. “And how long have you been dragging that bottle around with you?”
“Weeks.”
Dean set the bottle on the nightstand and raised his eyebrows, surprised at the little revelation. “Really?”
“I was just waiting for you.”
Dean laughed. Waiting for me? That’s a first. He leaned in to kiss his angel again and pressed one finger up against his opening. Sorry I kept you waiting so long, he thought as he slid that first digit in. Cas inhaled sharply at the intrusion and gripped Dean’s upper arms.
He wasn’t sure how much preparation Castiel needed. When he’d punched him, the angel didn’t act like he felt any pain at all. He’d been stabbed, shot, and maimed in so many different ways the guy seemed almost invencible. But he did not want to be responsible for any real pain during this, so he treated him like he would if he were human. He wanted this to feel good in every way and he didn’t want to assume anything.
The second finger slid in and Dean felt Cas shudder beneath him. He pulled back his face to look at Castiel’s eyes. The angel could barely keep them open and when they were they were unfocused. He was already so far gone and there was still much more to do.
Dean slid his third finger in and was too enthralled by the expression on his angel’s face to notice him reach for the bottle on the nightstand. Cas squirted the substance into his own hand and coated Dean’s length with it. Dean gasped at the contact and let his forehead rest on the angel’s shoulder. Holy shit.
When Cas was guiding him to his entrance he let his fingers slip out and used his hand to steady himself above him. When Cas angled him correctly he pushed forward slowly and was overcome with the pressure surrounding him. Castiel was moaning loudly now and he knew there was no way the entire house wasn’t aware of what was happening.
When he was fully buried within him he paused. Cas’ eyes were rolled back into his head and his grip on Dean’s arms was alarmingly strong. The angel was completely at his mercy at the moment and he marveled at just how must trust the creature had in him. But ouch, let up on my arms! Castiel lightened his grip slightly, but held firm.
Dean pulled back slowly until he was about to come all the way out. Without stopping he reversed directions until he was buried all the way again. Cas retained enough of his wits to keep his grip light, but he still pressed his head back into the pillow and cried out Dean’s name.
He paused again before repeating the motion just slightly faster. This time he went in at a slightly different angle and hit the sensitive spot buried deep within him. Castiel cried out so sharply that Dean was sure there was a hint of his true voice in there. His ears were ringing, but he didn’t hear any shattered glass so it couldn’t have been his voice entirely. Don’t blow out my eardrums, please.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok just be careful,” he said as he pulled out and pushed back in faster and harder. The angel slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle another scream. Dean hit that spot again… and again… and Cas was moaning and writhing with every thrust.
Dean reached down and grabbed Castiel’s erection, which caused him to grip on tightly to the mattress. This left the angel’s mouth uncovered as he inhaled sharply. Before he could begin to scream Dean captured his mouth with his own. He pumped Cas in time with his own thrusts.
Castiel suddenly broke the kiss, tilted his head back, and came with a high-pitched scream. Dean felt the hot liquid spill over his hand and he came to the sound of shattering glass. At least he thought it was shattering glass, but it was so hard to hear beyond the piercing ring in his own ears.
Then he heard his heart throbbing in his ears. He slipped out and collapsed down onto his angel, completely consumed by the post orgasmic haze that followed the most intense orgasm of his life. If he wasn’t mistaken he could feel blood dripping down the side of his face. Cas, I think you broke me. He could barely hear Cas ask “what” and shift underneath him. My ears. You're noisy in bed, dude.
Cas touched two fingers to his head and the ringing disappeared. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-"
“Relax,” he said as he rolled to the side of Castiel. “I’m more worried about Bobby’s windows than my ears though.”
Less than a minute later Bobby pounded on their door. “You idjits better fix my damned windows! And my glassware and everything else you broke!” He stomped loudly down the hall and off down the stairs.
Dean was laughing and nuzzled into Cas’ neck. “He’s fucking pissed, man.”
“I can fix it easily. He has nothing to worry about.”
“He’s probably more pissed about being woken up so early. And to the sounds of glass shattering sex. Not the most welcomed alarm clock to most people.”
They lay in each other’s arms for a while delaying the inevitable. There was more research to do and they had to go downstairs with the people they just rudely woke up to do it. Good morning Singer household! Today is gonna be a good day.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP (plot in other chapters)
Word Count: ~1750
Spoiler: None this chapter (general season 6 for the others)
Warning: Sex, profanity, and accidental pain
Summary: Dean and Cas wake up snuggled in bed together. Then they wake up the rest of the household.
A/N: There is a plot… in other chapters. Also, with Castiel’s telepathy this story has sort of become a Dean POV, but that’s ok. I’m having fun being in his head.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
For the first time since Dean was pulled from Hell he slept peacefully through the night. He woke up to the first rays of sunlight and was immediately aware that Cas was still laying in his arms in the same position he was when they fell asleep. He looked down just as Cas lifted his own head to meet his eyes.
“Were you actually asleep?”
“I was in a deep state of meditation.”
“So yes?” Dean tightened his arm around Cas and pulled him closer. It’d been a long time since he woke up next to someone, and even longer since it was someone he actually cared about. And they seemed to mold into each other’s bodies like they were always meant to be like this.
“In a manner of speaking, yes, it was similar to being asleep. But not exact.”
He began running his hand up and down Cas’ back. Dean sort of wished the angel had taken off his dress shirt, at least, because then he’d be making contact with his bare skin right now. And man, he wanted that badly. “Do you dream?”
“I walked in on a few of yours by accident.”
“Great,” he said, resting his head back on the pillow. “I don’t remember any of that. What was I dreaming?”
“You have a fondness for strip clubs.”
Fuck! “Wait, you said ‘accident?’” He lifted his head again.
“Um, yes, I did.”
“You care to expand on that?”
“I’m glad that you’re asking questions, but unfortunately no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was unaware that such a thing was possible. But when I return to Heaven I will ask around.”
“Ok,” Dean said as he scooted down the bed and rolled over onto his side. They were nose to nose now. “Kind of weird that you remember dreams that I don’t. They were my own dreams.”
“Would you like me to inform you that you are dreaming next time?”
“Yes. It might be nice to enjoy a dream with you without, you know, having to pass on a super secret message or some other stupid shit.”
“Then I shall. I just assumed you’d consider it another intrusion in your head.”
“It’s more of an intrusion if you don’t tell me.”
“I understand.”
Dean didn’t do ‘cute,’ but he couldn’t resist planting a soft little kiss on the tip of Castiel’s nose. Had this been anyone else he would have felt completely emasculated, but when a guy can see your every thought, what’s to be embarrassed about really? And then it clicked.
Dean had nothing to hide anymore. For once he was completely an open book and… he felt relieved!
He wasn’t sure how long they were staring at each other just then. He got lost in his own thoughts and he was sure Cas was following him the entire time. But Dean couldn’t stand the ‘distance’ any longer and pulled Cas into a fierce kiss.
He turned Cas onto his back and used one hand to start popping the buttons on his shirt. Castiel embraced him, but let Dean lead the way. No amount of porn could prepare him for this encounter. The angel might recognize the mechanics of the act, but acting them out was entirely different experience and he wanted Dean to be in control. It just made sense to him.
Dean straddled Castiel’s hips as he worked the final button open and ran his hands up Castiel’s bare chest. He knew he wanted this, but he had no idea how intense that desire was until just now. This was happening. Holy shit, I’m going to have sex with an angel. Holy shit.
Cas chuckled and Dean took his eyes away from his chest to look up at his smile. And he loved that smile. And he realized he didn’t see nearly enough of it. He was going to have to change that.
Dean pulled Cas into a sitting position and slipped the shirt off his shoulders. When Cas’ hands were free he returned the favor and lifted Dean’s shirt over his head. Before Dean could even chuck his shirt aside Cas’ lips were on the handprint scar on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but yelp and grab onto Cas. Dean’s hands instantly found their way to Cas’ hair and he held him close with the other.
When Castiel took his lips off the handprint Dean tilted his head up and kissed him on the lips. He guided Cas back onto the bed and let his hands wander down the angel’s torso until it found its way to his belt. He undid it and popped the button on Cas’ pants. Then he pulled away and finished removing his pants. Heh, Jimmy was a boxer’s kind of guy.
“Guess so,” the angel responded.
Dean frowned. “That’s cheating.”
“Do you care?”
Not really.
Dean kneeled on the foot of the bed and undid his own jeans. Castiel propped himself up on his elbows and watched Dean finish undressing. When the last article of clothing was discarded Dean crawled back on top of Cas and pushed him back down onto the mattress. He slid his fingers into the waistband of the angel’s last layer of clothing and slowly slid them down. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. Holy shit.
“Dean,” Cas said as he reached up and stroked Dean’s cheek. With that contact Dean felt the familiar contentment spread through him that came with being near his angel. His heart was still pounding, but it was want, not fear, that was making it pound so hard.
Lube. He needed that if he was going to do this.
“Left pocket of my coat.”
“Maybe there are benefits of you being in my head,” Dean said as he quickly grabbed for the trench coat on the dresser. The bottle was where Cas said it’d be and he returned to his spot on top of him a second later. “You came prepared,” he said as he raised his eyebrow and popped open the bottle.
“Yes.”
Dean poured some of the slick liquid over his fingers and smirked. “And how long have you been dragging that bottle around with you?”
“Weeks.”
Dean set the bottle on the nightstand and raised his eyebrows, surprised at the little revelation. “Really?”
“I was just waiting for you.”
Dean laughed. Waiting for me? That’s a first. He leaned in to kiss his angel again and pressed one finger up against his opening. Sorry I kept you waiting so long, he thought as he slid that first digit in. Cas inhaled sharply at the intrusion and gripped Dean’s upper arms.
He wasn’t sure how much preparation Castiel needed. When he’d punched him, the angel didn’t act like he felt any pain at all. He’d been stabbed, shot, and maimed in so many different ways the guy seemed almost invencible. But he did not want to be responsible for any real pain during this, so he treated him like he would if he were human. He wanted this to feel good in every way and he didn’t want to assume anything.
The second finger slid in and Dean felt Cas shudder beneath him. He pulled back his face to look at Castiel’s eyes. The angel could barely keep them open and when they were they were unfocused. He was already so far gone and there was still much more to do.
Dean slid his third finger in and was too enthralled by the expression on his angel’s face to notice him reach for the bottle on the nightstand. Cas squirted the substance into his own hand and coated Dean’s length with it. Dean gasped at the contact and let his forehead rest on the angel’s shoulder. Holy shit.
When Cas was guiding him to his entrance he let his fingers slip out and used his hand to steady himself above him. When Cas angled him correctly he pushed forward slowly and was overcome with the pressure surrounding him. Castiel was moaning loudly now and he knew there was no way the entire house wasn’t aware of what was happening.
When he was fully buried within him he paused. Cas’ eyes were rolled back into his head and his grip on Dean’s arms was alarmingly strong. The angel was completely at his mercy at the moment and he marveled at just how must trust the creature had in him. But ouch, let up on my arms! Castiel lightened his grip slightly, but held firm.
Dean pulled back slowly until he was about to come all the way out. Without stopping he reversed directions until he was buried all the way again. Cas retained enough of his wits to keep his grip light, but he still pressed his head back into the pillow and cried out Dean’s name.
He paused again before repeating the motion just slightly faster. This time he went in at a slightly different angle and hit the sensitive spot buried deep within him. Castiel cried out so sharply that Dean was sure there was a hint of his true voice in there. His ears were ringing, but he didn’t hear any shattered glass so it couldn’t have been his voice entirely. Don’t blow out my eardrums, please.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok just be careful,” he said as he pulled out and pushed back in faster and harder. The angel slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle another scream. Dean hit that spot again… and again… and Cas was moaning and writhing with every thrust.
Dean reached down and grabbed Castiel’s erection, which caused him to grip on tightly to the mattress. This left the angel’s mouth uncovered as he inhaled sharply. Before he could begin to scream Dean captured his mouth with his own. He pumped Cas in time with his own thrusts.
Castiel suddenly broke the kiss, tilted his head back, and came with a high-pitched scream. Dean felt the hot liquid spill over his hand and he came to the sound of shattering glass. At least he thought it was shattering glass, but it was so hard to hear beyond the piercing ring in his own ears.
Then he heard his heart throbbing in his ears. He slipped out and collapsed down onto his angel, completely consumed by the post orgasmic haze that followed the most intense orgasm of his life. If he wasn’t mistaken he could feel blood dripping down the side of his face. Cas, I think you broke me. He could barely hear Cas ask “what” and shift underneath him. My ears. You're noisy in bed, dude.
Cas touched two fingers to his head and the ringing disappeared. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-"
“Relax,” he said as he rolled to the side of Castiel. “I’m more worried about Bobby’s windows than my ears though.”
Less than a minute later Bobby pounded on their door. “You idjits better fix my damned windows! And my glassware and everything else you broke!” He stomped loudly down the hall and off down the stairs.
Dean was laughing and nuzzled into Cas’ neck. “He’s fucking pissed, man.”
“I can fix it easily. He has nothing to worry about.”
“He’s probably more pissed about being woken up so early. And to the sounds of glass shattering sex. Not the most welcomed alarm clock to most people.”
They lay in each other’s arms for a while delaying the inevitable. There was more research to do and they had to go downstairs with the people they just rudely woke up to do it. Good morning Singer household! Today is gonna be a good day.