DCBB - Dean Winchester's Home for Wayward Angels - CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER THREE
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That night, after they had moved their meager belongings, and Balthazar conceded that he may possibly spend some time in the cabin, Dean sank down into the soft mattress and sighed in contentment. He hadn’t gone into the other angel’s rooms … he didn’t want to pry, but Balthazar’s must have been pretty impressive for him to acquiesce to spending some time with the family. He was too terrified to see what was in Gabriel’s room, especially after hearing the arch-angel cackling with mad glee for half an hour that afternoon. Dean, wisely, stayed away.
Sam’s room was geeky computer researcher boy paradise. There were shelves and shelves of books, with some workout equipment thrown in, a computer monitor that was clearly compensating for something, and apparently a very impressive laptop. Sam had gotten all googly-eyed and drooly as he muttered about processing speeds and bus-something-or-others … which Dean had just tuned out and wondered if he could sneak in to watch porn on that crazy awesome screen.
Bobby and Sheriff Mills had seemed way too happy to see them go, even if it was only across the salvage yard. Dean figured they probably wanted to get their freak on. Hard to have happy-fun-times with your two pseudo sons and their pet angels in the next room, he supposed. Cas had been pretty quiet all day long, but Dean had caught him eyeing the credit card on the bedside table, and imagined his angel was fantasizing about all the orange shirts out there just waiting for him to claim them.
He snuggled down into the fluffy pillows and groaned in satisfaction.
“This bed is the awesomest thing to ever awesome, Cas.”
The angel made a soft chuffing sound that almost approximated a laugh.
“I’m serious, Cas. I love this bed. I wish to marry this bed. I will have this beds little downy babies.”
That earned an outright chuckle from the angel.
“You have an unhealthy obsession with matrimony to furniture, Dean.”
Dean grinned into the pillow and settled down for sleep. There was one thing he could say with certainty about Chuck … the man knew how to pick a good mattress. The bed dipped beside him as Cas pulled up close to his side, tucking in close and resting his head against Dean’s shoulder.
“Will you be happy here in this house, Dean? With me?”
Rolling to his side in order to face Castiel, Dean grinned.
“Of course I will, Cas. Will you?”
The angel nodded.
“You make me very happy, Dean.”
Cas hummed a pleased little sound before scooting forward to plaster himself up and down Dean’s full length. Chests, bellies, thighs … all pressed tightly together. A little hitch started in Dean’s breath as he leaned forward and offered up his mouth to Castiel. The angel accepted the offer gladly, sucking and licking at Dean’s lips with a calm patience that Dean wasn’t feeling. At all.
He could feel their stomachs and chests matching each other breath for breath, and then something decidedly … harder… rocking into him further down. It sparked all manner of sensations straight to his crotch, and little Dean decided to come say hello to little Cas. The angel groaned harshly as he thrust his tongue deeply into Dean’s waiting mouth.
Dean matched the thrusts of Cas’ tongue with the thrusts of his hips, rubbing their erections together through the thin material of their briefs. Castiel’s hands snaked down Dean’s flanks and suddenly reached around to tightly grab the globes of Dean’s ass. Cas growled low in his throat and Dean keened in response, flinging one of his legs over Cas’ to pull their bodies even closer together.
Soon, they weren’t even kissing … it was more like they were panting into each other’s open mouths as Dean sped up the thrusts of his hips and Cas used his grip on Dean’s ass to pull him through each one. The crazy sexy noises that kept falling from the angel’s lips had Dean answering him with soft whimpers and moans. Finally, Cas shifted one of his hands from Dean’s ass and trailed it down until it was skimming across their covered dicks and cupping Dean’s balls through his shorts.
Dean came like a fucking rocket. From the muffled noises he could make out… Cas followed soon after. The rocking of their hips slowed as their gasping breathes continued to move their bellies in sync. Castiel pulled back to stare into Dean’s eyes, a completely mind-blown look on his face. Dean laughed breathlessly.
“First orgasm, Cas?”
The angel nodded, then brought up a hand to trace his index finger along the edges of Dean’s swollen lips.
“Worth it?”
The blue eyes widened a fraction as Castiel nodded again in response. His finger continued to trace over Dean’s features reverently. Post-orgasm sleepiness hit Dean like a freight train and his eyes began to droop closed. Cas’ fingers brushed over them once they did before he gathered Dean close to him and settled down for sleep.
Cas’ whispered ‘I love you’ banished any thoughts of getting up to clean off. Dean would just deal with the sticky aftermath in the morning. Right now… nothing could move him.
~*~
The next sunrise found Sam and Dean sitting at their new breakfast bar nursing black coffees and silently watching as Gabriel attempted to fry some eggs. It was fairly entertaining to watch. Dean had never known that eggs could become quite that color of burnt.
“Soooo….did you have a good time last night?”
Dean’s gaze snapped up to stare at Sam in disbelief.
“Are we really going to talk about this?”
He shot a glance over to Gabriel, but the angel was too focused on a new pair of eggs. They didn’t look much better than the last pair. Sam sighed and brushed his long bangs out of his face.
“I just want you and Cas to be happy. He was worried that you didn’t want him.”
Dean groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“Sam… like I already told Cas … I do want him, I do … it’s just…”
His little brother’s face was beet red, but he was still trudging through the horrifying conversation.
“Just what?”
Dean rubbed at his face with both hands before pressing his fingers into his closed eyes and groaning.
“It’s just… bad things happen to people who want to fuck angels, right? Look at the Bible.”
Sam laughed with nervous discomfort, flicking a glance to the oblivious Gabriel … who was now trying to smack-talk the eggs into submission.
“Well… okay … so … so maybe you should … I mean … instead of … you could …”
The elder Winchester smirked evilly.
“Why, Sammy … are you trying to advise me to be the catcher and not the pitcher?”
Sam’s face went outright purple as he sputtered.
“Well, it would-that way-OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME HAVE THIS CONVERSATION?”
The recognizable splat of a delicate egg meeting hard floor made them both turn towards Gabriel. The angel arched an eyebrow at them in curiosity, but then snapped his fingers to clean the mess and turned back to attempt set number three.
Dean chuckled darkly and pointed an accusing finger at his little brother.
“You started it, bitch.”
Sam muttered a ‘jerk’ under his breath before he spun back around to watch Gabriel.
Eventually Gabriel cursed and snapped his fingers, road kill eggs disappearing in a flash to be replaced by a massive spread of choices from a local fast food chain.
“Bon Appetite!”
Sam snorted, but tucked quickly into the food anyway. As Dean made to grab one of the greasy breakfast sandwiches … something gave him pause. There was a sick feeling deep in his gut, as if he swallowed a lead ball and it was rolling around his intestines. Something was very, very wrong … and he didn’t like it. His empty hand dropped to the countertop as he concentrated on the sensation. Gabriel gave him a critical look before rounding the corner to step up beside Dean.
“What’s wrong? What do you feel?”
Sam’s breakfast slapped down onto the table as he spun to face Dean, but he remained silent and waiting for his brother to answer the arch-angel. Dean shook his head as he furrowed his eyebrows. He knew something was off, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was a dark and oily-slick sensation, not unlike Crowley’s, but obviously different. Someone was suffering, though … someone was in pain.
“Gabe.”
The arch-angel gripped Dean roughly on the shoulder and shook him, just slightly.
“Just lead me there, and I’ll take care of it.”
Dean nodded and tried to imagine painting a line between himself and the distinct feeling of darkness. After a few seconds Gabriel nodded in return and disappeared in a flash. There were approximately two seconds of silence in the room before he snapped back into existence with a grim expression on his face.
“About twenty demons attacking a fairly small town … not too far from here. I can take them by myself … what do you want me to do?”
Dean grimaced … but he really had no choice in the matter.
“Take them out … try and save the vessels if you can.”
Gabriel smirked at him.
“Meat grind the demons, safety wrap the sock puppets. Gotcha!”
And then he was gone again. Dean felt the stirrings of a massive headache and rubbed absently against his temples with not-so-steady fingers. The warm touch of his brother’s hand against his shoulder startled him somewhat. Dean had honestly forgotten that Sam was still there, his voice deep and filled with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Dean?”
The elder Winchester nodded and attempted to smile up at his brother with as much encouragement that he could offer.
“It’s not so big a deal, Sammy. The big cheese had warned me when I was remade with his Grace that there was every chance I would feel or see or sense things differently than before. That’s what’s been going on … I’m just adjusting to the changes. Okay?”
Sam nodded and went back to eat his breakfast. Five minutes later Gabriel popped back into existence with a shit-eating smile on his face and his clothes covered in a mixture of foul-smelling sulfur and iron-rich blood.
“There’s more of them now … it’s a great ball of laughs, but could you possibly call the cavalry and get me some help, please?”
Then he was instantly gone.
Dean chuckled darkly and sent a little ‘pull’ of a request to Balthazar and Cas … who were off doing god-knows-what. Without even thinking, he ‘pushed’ them towards Gabriel’s location with hopefully clear instructions to assist, and not to string up their brother like a wee angel piñata and swing him from the trees. It was only a handful of seconds before he could sense his three angels reuniting at the town under siege. The pulses of their power as they exorcised the demons sent shivers up his spine.
It was all getting to be a bit much. How the hell was he supposed to live like this? In charge of three otherworldly creatures that could snap him like a twig if they really wanted to, with the King of Hell on his radar for some unknown reason, and God stopping by for house calls in his boxers and housecoat. For fuck’s sake… his life used to be pretty simple. Kill bad things, listen to Dad, protect Sammy. Where had that gone?
Somewhere with yellow-eyed demons, and Dad’s sacrifice and Sam being the meat suit for Lucifer himself. Angels were real, Cain and Abel were apparently their ancestors, and Dean possessed some of the powers usually reserved for the All-Mighty.
Seriously.
What.
The.
Fuck.
He started to giggle just barely under his breath. Then he glanced up at Sam’s stunned and worried face, and the giggles burst into peals of laughter that put stitches in his sides and made it hard to breathe.
Dean Winchester…this is your life. I mean… holy shit. Literally. HOLY shit.
There were tears streaming down his face by the time he felt the angels arrive back into the cabin. No one spoke, it was pretty clear they were worried about his sanity, but then … so was he. Castiel’s warm hands slowly moved to grip his shaking shoulders, and then with a flutter of wings, they were in their bedroom and Dean was collapsing onto the mattress. He rolled over to jam his face into the pillow and howled with manic laughter.
Cas silently lay down next to him and plastered himself to Dean’s side, his long fingers traced soothing patterns along Dean’s heaving back. Eventually, Dean panicked himself out and the breakdown subsided. He sniffed into the pillow, but refused to turn and meet Cas’ gaze. He’s made a fool of himself and Sam was probably worried sick.
“Do you feel a little better now?”
The angels whispered words were close enough that the puffs of air released with them washed over the back of Dean’s neck. He shook his head in denial and Cas sighed.
“Father has asked too much of you. I wish it wasn’t so … but I am happy to be able to stay by your side. So I cannot be too judgmental of his choices.”
Dean finally turned his head on the pillow so that he could meet Cas’ solemn blue gaze.
“I just wish I knew what he wanted from me. Why would he give me three angels? What does that mean?”
Cas pursed his lips, and then reached up to trail his fingertips along Dean’s jaw and up into his hair.
“He must have told you something of his plans?”
Dean sniffed again. His eyes threatened to flutter closed as Cas’s fingers began to trace the swirls of his ear and then trek down the curve of his neck.
“He just said to do with you what I wanted. To find a purpose. Go back into hunting things, I guess. But it’s a little much for me, Cas. I’m just a stupid high-school drop out with a glaring lack of self preservation. I’m not really worth anything.”
The angel’s fingers stilled for a moment before he moved his hand to place it in the middle of Dean’s back, directly over where his heart would be on the other side of his spine.
“To me and Sam and Bobby … you are worth everything.”
Dean slid his gaze away in embarrassment.
“And Balthazar and Gabriel? What do I have to offer them?”
Cas tutted a little under his breath.
“Balthazar will almost always be in it for himself. This is no different. It was either go back to the Heavenly Hosts and be forced to constantly prove himself worthy of existence, or come to you. Who already knows his faults and accepts him, even with them. You won’t judge him or ask him to do anything that you would not do yourself. He knows this… and I think it has earned you his begrudging respect. So he will be loyal, and he will find purpose in whatever you wish him to do.”
Dean considered his words for a moment, and had to admit the truth of them. Balthazar had helped them previously, even when he hadn’t really wanted to.
“And Gabriel?”
Cas smiled softly.
“I think Gabriel is just very happy to be alive again. He has always been fonder of Earth than of Heaven, and I think the choice wasn’t even really a choice for him. Be stuck in Heaven and forced to make amends for his desertion … or be stuck down here and be bound to answer to you. I am sure he didn’t even think about it. He seemed pretty fond of you and your brother anyway.”
Dean snorted.
“FOND? He killed me, like … a hundred times! And mentally scarred Sam for life, I think.”
The angel smiled again before slowly rolling over onto his back.
“What is it you call that … pigtail pulling? If he didn’t like you, he would not have even bothered to make himself known to you. In his own way he was trying to help you out. Teach you a lesson. Gabriel’s just never been particularly good with subtly.”
Laughing, Dean rolled over to mirror Castiel’s position on his back, side by side in the middle of the massive bed.
“That’s called an understatement, Cas.”
The angel nodded solemnly, but his eyes were sparkling with humor.
“Have you ever thought about how powerful a statement you are, Dean?”
He furrowed his eyebrows at the angel in confusion.
“I don’t get what you’re saying. A statement?”
Cas nodded, but held Dean’s gaze steady.
“Think of what you are, Dean. You were just a boy who became a hunter… and then you shook the very foundations of Heaven and Hell itself. You sacrificed yourself for your brother and were sent to be tortured and broken in the pit, but you rose again. You have stopped the Apocalypse, bested Death more times than I really care to count, and helped to send Lucifer himself back into his cage. You have faced off against the Four Horsemen, tangled with the Mother of all Evil, and were trusted enough by the Creator to become the Hand of God.”
Dean shrugged a shoulder and fought his blush.
“When you say that … it sounds so impressive.”
Castiel sucked in a sharp breath and then quickly spun himself until he was lying partially over Dean, chest to chest, and was gripping the human’s head between his elegant hands.
“You ARE impressive, Dean! Do you not realize that your determination and character, alone, converted three of God’s angels to your side? We chose you … over our own Beloved Father. You! This event is unheard of. It will be written about for millennia… and your accomplishments will be sung of in praise forever. Please never doubt how amazing you are. Please never doubt that you are worth all of this. That you are worth everything.”
He could do nothing but just stare into the angel’s eyes and nod slightly. Having someone like Cas commend him so emotionally made him nervous. Dean licked at his lips at his discomfort of being praised. Castiel’s gaze instantly shot down to follow the motion, and the charged energy of the atmosphere shifted.
“You are amazing, Dean. Everything about you is … stunning.”
And then Cas’ lips were crashing to his, and Dean gasped in shocked delight. He wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist as he was kissed to within an inch of his life. Castiel was humming little pleasurable sounds into their joined mouths even as his tongue battled with Dean’s. He arched his back wantonly to feel the press of the angel’s weight against him, reveling in the friction it created. Wrenching his mouth away, Dean pressed his head back until his throat was exposed to Cas. The angel immediately bent to mouth at his jugular, sucking little marks into the skin.
From nowhere the dark, oily sense of demons lanced through Dean’s nerves and he froze. Cas stilled above him and was just opening his mouth to speak when there was a polite knock on the bedroom door.
“Mom? Dad? Hope you’ve got your pants on, kiddos… cuz it’s going down again.”
There was a tenseness laced with the humor of Gabriel’s words and Dean sighed as the frantic desire that had been rolling through his system abated. Cas had already rolled up and off the bed by the time Dean sat up.
“Didn’t you guys take care of the demons in the town?”
The words were not accusatory, more confused, and Castiel responded with a nod.
“Yes. We sent them all back to Hell … this must be something new.”
Dean sighed heavily as he lifted himself from the bed and made his way to the door. Gabriel stood on the other side impatiently, shifting from foot to foot, but still managed to leer a little when Dean opened the door.
“Same town?”
Gabriel shook his head as he turned to lead them down the hallway to the first floor.
“Nope. Different one. Closer to us, though … so that’s probably not good.”
“Did the demons say anything to you before?”
He could feel Castiel tense behind him, but obviously Gabriel had no such qualms about reporting anything and everything to Dean.
“They kept asking where our Godling was, but that was it.”
As they reached the bottom of the spiral staircase Sam jumped up from where he had been seated next to Balthazar, going over something on his laptop.
“Dean! This town is twenty miles closer to us than the last. Balthazar was able to sense it as soon as the demons arrived. He said they’re getting stronger.”
“I believe that my actual words were ‘Hell is starting to send out the bigger guns’.”
Dean grunted as he plopped down on one of the barstools.
“So they’re getting closer. I’m going to assume, with our string of luck, that means they’re heading right for us. Or trying to lure us out to fight.”
Sam nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think we would all be in agreement there. What do you think we should do?”
Dean blinked at his brother a couple times in disbelief. Sam was always one to immediately make his opinion known, and for even him to defer to Dean’s control was disconcerting. He needed an equal in this. He needed his little brother to stand up to him and deflect his careless responses with more calculated ones.
“What do you think we should do, Sam?”
His little brother gave him an oddly dissecting look before he dropped his hands to brace on his hips.
“I would get the angels to strengthen our sigils and borders around the salvage yard, and then go out to the new town… see if they can help the people. I’d like to go, too. Try and do a little reconnaissance and figure out what the demons are after.”
Dean stood and clapped his hands together once, loudly.
“Awesome! Sounds like a plan, let’s get going-”
“NO!”
The echo of four voices speaking in unison reverberated off the walls and froze Dean in shock.
“What do you mean NO? I’m going too!”
Sam shook his head as Gabriel pushed Dean back into the barstool.
“Sorry, little amigo … but you’re staying here.”
Dean slapped the smaller angel’s hands away and stood back up.
“Bullshit! If Sam’s going, then so am I.”
Balthazar clucked in annoyance as he pretended to dust lint off his dark gray shirt.
“Sorry, darling, but no. All the demons in the last town would do was taunt us about you and ask where you were.”
Sam stepped forward.
“That means they’re trying to lure you out for some reason, Dean. Going into that town is exactly what they want.”
Even if he had to admit the legitimacy of Sam’s words, it still rankled.
“So I’m just supposed to send my little brother and my … my angels out there, instead? What if that’s the plan, huh? Snag one of you to force my hand and meet with Crowley again?”
Right after he said the words, Dean realized his mistake. He hadn’t told any of them about the conversation with the new King of Hell. Castiel was instantly whipping Dean around by his shoulders and glaring at him with a sparking ferocity. The other three were just staring at him in shock.
“What do you mean again, Dean? When did you meet with him before?”
Dean glanced down at his feet and refused to answer. Castiel suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
“That night… the other night when we thought we felt something, but you said it was nothing. Crowley was here, wasn’t he?”
Dean remained silent, even knowing that would show the truth behind the accusation. Sam practically screeched right next to him.
“He was HERE? Dean! You spoke to him ALONE? What were you thinking?”
Finally, he lost his composure and shoved away from them all.
“Nothing happened! He was just talking shit and being his usual jackass self! Now don’t you think you should get going? The sigils need to be strengthened, and there’s a town to save.”
With those words, Dean stalked out of the house and made his way to Bobby’s. If he was going to be left behind like a sheltered child, then he was going to do it in good company and a little alcohol. Bobby didn’t say a word as Dean slammed down into the chair next to him and reached for his ever-present flask. He could feel the angels check on the sigils and then depart, most likely with Sam in tow, and he scowled.
“That’s a mighty pissy look for a grown man.”
Dean grunted and took another deep swallow of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat.
“There was another attack. They’ve gone off with Sam and I’m supposed to stay here on my tuffet and crochet doilies.”
Bobby snickered as he leaned back in his chair.
“Can’t really blame them, can you? Especially Sam and Cas … they just got you back, after all.”
Dean shrugged a shoulder but didn’t respond to the older man’s words.
“They’re protecting you. It’s their job.”
Now that brought forth a response.
“Who says it’s their job? I can protect myself.”
The other hunter sighed and rubbed a hand down his whiskered face.
“Look, son … I ain’t no idjit. There’s more going on with you right now than you’re wanting to share, and I get that. Hell… I appreciate the fact that the cracks in my ceiling keep disappearing, and the paint on the walls keeps getting brighter, I do. If nothing else, Jodie loves you for it. But you got to realize… it ain’t normal. You’re in charge of angels and on speaking terms with God, and you can physically change the things around you. You aren’t normal anymore, Dean. You’re special.”
Dean sneered, but Bobby just continued.
“Your BFF God has assigned those angels to protect you. And to some extent, me and Sam and everyone you care about. That means he has big plans for you, and he doesn’t want you to do something stupid like getting blown up before those plans come to fruition.”
Kicking his feet up on the desk, Dean took another pull from the flask.
“I’ve had Gods and Demons have ‘plans’ for me before. They never seemed to have my best interests in mind.”
Bobby grunted and reached for the flask, swiping it out of Dean’s grasp.
“Are you sure? You’re still here, ain’t ya?”
Conceding the point, Dean dropped his head backwards to stare at the ceiling. Immediately upon his observation, the cracks and water stains began to seal and disappear. Dean sighed as Bobby chuckled.
“If you ever feel like going out to the garage… it could use a good scrub down.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
CHAPTER FOUR
~*~
That night, after they had moved their meager belongings, and Balthazar conceded that he may possibly spend some time in the cabin, Dean sank down into the soft mattress and sighed in contentment. He hadn’t gone into the other angel’s rooms … he didn’t want to pry, but Balthazar’s must have been pretty impressive for him to acquiesce to spending some time with the family. He was too terrified to see what was in Gabriel’s room, especially after hearing the arch-angel cackling with mad glee for half an hour that afternoon. Dean, wisely, stayed away.
Sam’s room was geeky computer researcher boy paradise. There were shelves and shelves of books, with some workout equipment thrown in, a computer monitor that was clearly compensating for something, and apparently a very impressive laptop. Sam had gotten all googly-eyed and drooly as he muttered about processing speeds and bus-something-or-others … which Dean had just tuned out and wondered if he could sneak in to watch porn on that crazy awesome screen.
Bobby and Sheriff Mills had seemed way too happy to see them go, even if it was only across the salvage yard. Dean figured they probably wanted to get their freak on. Hard to have happy-fun-times with your two pseudo sons and their pet angels in the next room, he supposed. Cas had been pretty quiet all day long, but Dean had caught him eyeing the credit card on the bedside table, and imagined his angel was fantasizing about all the orange shirts out there just waiting for him to claim them.
He snuggled down into the fluffy pillows and groaned in satisfaction.
“This bed is the awesomest thing to ever awesome, Cas.”
The angel made a soft chuffing sound that almost approximated a laugh.
“I’m serious, Cas. I love this bed. I wish to marry this bed. I will have this beds little downy babies.”
That earned an outright chuckle from the angel.
“You have an unhealthy obsession with matrimony to furniture, Dean.”
Dean grinned into the pillow and settled down for sleep. There was one thing he could say with certainty about Chuck … the man knew how to pick a good mattress. The bed dipped beside him as Cas pulled up close to his side, tucking in close and resting his head against Dean’s shoulder.
“Will you be happy here in this house, Dean? With me?”
Rolling to his side in order to face Castiel, Dean grinned.
“Of course I will, Cas. Will you?”
The angel nodded.
“You make me very happy, Dean.”
Cas hummed a pleased little sound before scooting forward to plaster himself up and down Dean’s full length. Chests, bellies, thighs … all pressed tightly together. A little hitch started in Dean’s breath as he leaned forward and offered up his mouth to Castiel. The angel accepted the offer gladly, sucking and licking at Dean’s lips with a calm patience that Dean wasn’t feeling. At all.
He could feel their stomachs and chests matching each other breath for breath, and then something decidedly … harder… rocking into him further down. It sparked all manner of sensations straight to his crotch, and little Dean decided to come say hello to little Cas. The angel groaned harshly as he thrust his tongue deeply into Dean’s waiting mouth.
Dean matched the thrusts of Cas’ tongue with the thrusts of his hips, rubbing their erections together through the thin material of their briefs. Castiel’s hands snaked down Dean’s flanks and suddenly reached around to tightly grab the globes of Dean’s ass. Cas growled low in his throat and Dean keened in response, flinging one of his legs over Cas’ to pull their bodies even closer together.
Soon, they weren’t even kissing … it was more like they were panting into each other’s open mouths as Dean sped up the thrusts of his hips and Cas used his grip on Dean’s ass to pull him through each one. The crazy sexy noises that kept falling from the angel’s lips had Dean answering him with soft whimpers and moans. Finally, Cas shifted one of his hands from Dean’s ass and trailed it down until it was skimming across their covered dicks and cupping Dean’s balls through his shorts.
Dean came like a fucking rocket. From the muffled noises he could make out… Cas followed soon after. The rocking of their hips slowed as their gasping breathes continued to move their bellies in sync. Castiel pulled back to stare into Dean’s eyes, a completely mind-blown look on his face. Dean laughed breathlessly.
“First orgasm, Cas?”
The angel nodded, then brought up a hand to trace his index finger along the edges of Dean’s swollen lips.
“Worth it?”
The blue eyes widened a fraction as Castiel nodded again in response. His finger continued to trace over Dean’s features reverently. Post-orgasm sleepiness hit Dean like a freight train and his eyes began to droop closed. Cas’ fingers brushed over them once they did before he gathered Dean close to him and settled down for sleep.
Cas’ whispered ‘I love you’ banished any thoughts of getting up to clean off. Dean would just deal with the sticky aftermath in the morning. Right now… nothing could move him.
~*~
The next sunrise found Sam and Dean sitting at their new breakfast bar nursing black coffees and silently watching as Gabriel attempted to fry some eggs. It was fairly entertaining to watch. Dean had never known that eggs could become quite that color of burnt.
“Soooo….did you have a good time last night?”
Dean’s gaze snapped up to stare at Sam in disbelief.
“Are we really going to talk about this?”
He shot a glance over to Gabriel, but the angel was too focused on a new pair of eggs. They didn’t look much better than the last pair. Sam sighed and brushed his long bangs out of his face.
“I just want you and Cas to be happy. He was worried that you didn’t want him.”
Dean groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“Sam… like I already told Cas … I do want him, I do … it’s just…”
His little brother’s face was beet red, but he was still trudging through the horrifying conversation.
“Just what?”
Dean rubbed at his face with both hands before pressing his fingers into his closed eyes and groaning.
“It’s just… bad things happen to people who want to fuck angels, right? Look at the Bible.”
Sam laughed with nervous discomfort, flicking a glance to the oblivious Gabriel … who was now trying to smack-talk the eggs into submission.
“Well… okay … so … so maybe you should … I mean … instead of … you could …”
The elder Winchester smirked evilly.
“Why, Sammy … are you trying to advise me to be the catcher and not the pitcher?”
Sam’s face went outright purple as he sputtered.
“Well, it would-that way-OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME HAVE THIS CONVERSATION?”
The recognizable splat of a delicate egg meeting hard floor made them both turn towards Gabriel. The angel arched an eyebrow at them in curiosity, but then snapped his fingers to clean the mess and turned back to attempt set number three.
Dean chuckled darkly and pointed an accusing finger at his little brother.
“You started it, bitch.”
Sam muttered a ‘jerk’ under his breath before he spun back around to watch Gabriel.
Eventually Gabriel cursed and snapped his fingers, road kill eggs disappearing in a flash to be replaced by a massive spread of choices from a local fast food chain.
“Bon Appetite!”
Sam snorted, but tucked quickly into the food anyway. As Dean made to grab one of the greasy breakfast sandwiches … something gave him pause. There was a sick feeling deep in his gut, as if he swallowed a lead ball and it was rolling around his intestines. Something was very, very wrong … and he didn’t like it. His empty hand dropped to the countertop as he concentrated on the sensation. Gabriel gave him a critical look before rounding the corner to step up beside Dean.
“What’s wrong? What do you feel?”
Sam’s breakfast slapped down onto the table as he spun to face Dean, but he remained silent and waiting for his brother to answer the arch-angel. Dean shook his head as he furrowed his eyebrows. He knew something was off, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was a dark and oily-slick sensation, not unlike Crowley’s, but obviously different. Someone was suffering, though … someone was in pain.
“Gabe.”
The arch-angel gripped Dean roughly on the shoulder and shook him, just slightly.
“Just lead me there, and I’ll take care of it.”
Dean nodded and tried to imagine painting a line between himself and the distinct feeling of darkness. After a few seconds Gabriel nodded in return and disappeared in a flash. There were approximately two seconds of silence in the room before he snapped back into existence with a grim expression on his face.
“About twenty demons attacking a fairly small town … not too far from here. I can take them by myself … what do you want me to do?”
Dean grimaced … but he really had no choice in the matter.
“Take them out … try and save the vessels if you can.”
Gabriel smirked at him.
“Meat grind the demons, safety wrap the sock puppets. Gotcha!”
And then he was gone again. Dean felt the stirrings of a massive headache and rubbed absently against his temples with not-so-steady fingers. The warm touch of his brother’s hand against his shoulder startled him somewhat. Dean had honestly forgotten that Sam was still there, his voice deep and filled with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Dean?”
The elder Winchester nodded and attempted to smile up at his brother with as much encouragement that he could offer.
“It’s not so big a deal, Sammy. The big cheese had warned me when I was remade with his Grace that there was every chance I would feel or see or sense things differently than before. That’s what’s been going on … I’m just adjusting to the changes. Okay?”
Sam nodded and went back to eat his breakfast. Five minutes later Gabriel popped back into existence with a shit-eating smile on his face and his clothes covered in a mixture of foul-smelling sulfur and iron-rich blood.
“There’s more of them now … it’s a great ball of laughs, but could you possibly call the cavalry and get me some help, please?”
Then he was instantly gone.
Dean chuckled darkly and sent a little ‘pull’ of a request to Balthazar and Cas … who were off doing god-knows-what. Without even thinking, he ‘pushed’ them towards Gabriel’s location with hopefully clear instructions to assist, and not to string up their brother like a wee angel piñata and swing him from the trees. It was only a handful of seconds before he could sense his three angels reuniting at the town under siege. The pulses of their power as they exorcised the demons sent shivers up his spine.
It was all getting to be a bit much. How the hell was he supposed to live like this? In charge of three otherworldly creatures that could snap him like a twig if they really wanted to, with the King of Hell on his radar for some unknown reason, and God stopping by for house calls in his boxers and housecoat. For fuck’s sake… his life used to be pretty simple. Kill bad things, listen to Dad, protect Sammy. Where had that gone?
Somewhere with yellow-eyed demons, and Dad’s sacrifice and Sam being the meat suit for Lucifer himself. Angels were real, Cain and Abel were apparently their ancestors, and Dean possessed some of the powers usually reserved for the All-Mighty.
Seriously.
What.
The.
Fuck.
He started to giggle just barely under his breath. Then he glanced up at Sam’s stunned and worried face, and the giggles burst into peals of laughter that put stitches in his sides and made it hard to breathe.
Dean Winchester…this is your life. I mean… holy shit. Literally. HOLY shit.
There were tears streaming down his face by the time he felt the angels arrive back into the cabin. No one spoke, it was pretty clear they were worried about his sanity, but then … so was he. Castiel’s warm hands slowly moved to grip his shaking shoulders, and then with a flutter of wings, they were in their bedroom and Dean was collapsing onto the mattress. He rolled over to jam his face into the pillow and howled with manic laughter.
Cas silently lay down next to him and plastered himself to Dean’s side, his long fingers traced soothing patterns along Dean’s heaving back. Eventually, Dean panicked himself out and the breakdown subsided. He sniffed into the pillow, but refused to turn and meet Cas’ gaze. He’s made a fool of himself and Sam was probably worried sick.
“Do you feel a little better now?”
The angels whispered words were close enough that the puffs of air released with them washed over the back of Dean’s neck. He shook his head in denial and Cas sighed.
“Father has asked too much of you. I wish it wasn’t so … but I am happy to be able to stay by your side. So I cannot be too judgmental of his choices.”
Dean finally turned his head on the pillow so that he could meet Cas’ solemn blue gaze.
“I just wish I knew what he wanted from me. Why would he give me three angels? What does that mean?”
Cas pursed his lips, and then reached up to trail his fingertips along Dean’s jaw and up into his hair.
“He must have told you something of his plans?”
Dean sniffed again. His eyes threatened to flutter closed as Cas’s fingers began to trace the swirls of his ear and then trek down the curve of his neck.
“He just said to do with you what I wanted. To find a purpose. Go back into hunting things, I guess. But it’s a little much for me, Cas. I’m just a stupid high-school drop out with a glaring lack of self preservation. I’m not really worth anything.”
The angel’s fingers stilled for a moment before he moved his hand to place it in the middle of Dean’s back, directly over where his heart would be on the other side of his spine.
“To me and Sam and Bobby … you are worth everything.”
Dean slid his gaze away in embarrassment.
“And Balthazar and Gabriel? What do I have to offer them?”
Cas tutted a little under his breath.
“Balthazar will almost always be in it for himself. This is no different. It was either go back to the Heavenly Hosts and be forced to constantly prove himself worthy of existence, or come to you. Who already knows his faults and accepts him, even with them. You won’t judge him or ask him to do anything that you would not do yourself. He knows this… and I think it has earned you his begrudging respect. So he will be loyal, and he will find purpose in whatever you wish him to do.”
Dean considered his words for a moment, and had to admit the truth of them. Balthazar had helped them previously, even when he hadn’t really wanted to.
“And Gabriel?”
Cas smiled softly.
“I think Gabriel is just very happy to be alive again. He has always been fonder of Earth than of Heaven, and I think the choice wasn’t even really a choice for him. Be stuck in Heaven and forced to make amends for his desertion … or be stuck down here and be bound to answer to you. I am sure he didn’t even think about it. He seemed pretty fond of you and your brother anyway.”
Dean snorted.
“FOND? He killed me, like … a hundred times! And mentally scarred Sam for life, I think.”
The angel smiled again before slowly rolling over onto his back.
“What is it you call that … pigtail pulling? If he didn’t like you, he would not have even bothered to make himself known to you. In his own way he was trying to help you out. Teach you a lesson. Gabriel’s just never been particularly good with subtly.”
Laughing, Dean rolled over to mirror Castiel’s position on his back, side by side in the middle of the massive bed.
“That’s called an understatement, Cas.”
The angel nodded solemnly, but his eyes were sparkling with humor.
“Have you ever thought about how powerful a statement you are, Dean?”
He furrowed his eyebrows at the angel in confusion.
“I don’t get what you’re saying. A statement?”
Cas nodded, but held Dean’s gaze steady.
“Think of what you are, Dean. You were just a boy who became a hunter… and then you shook the very foundations of Heaven and Hell itself. You sacrificed yourself for your brother and were sent to be tortured and broken in the pit, but you rose again. You have stopped the Apocalypse, bested Death more times than I really care to count, and helped to send Lucifer himself back into his cage. You have faced off against the Four Horsemen, tangled with the Mother of all Evil, and were trusted enough by the Creator to become the Hand of God.”
Dean shrugged a shoulder and fought his blush.
“When you say that … it sounds so impressive.”
Castiel sucked in a sharp breath and then quickly spun himself until he was lying partially over Dean, chest to chest, and was gripping the human’s head between his elegant hands.
“You ARE impressive, Dean! Do you not realize that your determination and character, alone, converted three of God’s angels to your side? We chose you … over our own Beloved Father. You! This event is unheard of. It will be written about for millennia… and your accomplishments will be sung of in praise forever. Please never doubt how amazing you are. Please never doubt that you are worth all of this. That you are worth everything.”
He could do nothing but just stare into the angel’s eyes and nod slightly. Having someone like Cas commend him so emotionally made him nervous. Dean licked at his lips at his discomfort of being praised. Castiel’s gaze instantly shot down to follow the motion, and the charged energy of the atmosphere shifted.
“You are amazing, Dean. Everything about you is … stunning.”
And then Cas’ lips were crashing to his, and Dean gasped in shocked delight. He wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist as he was kissed to within an inch of his life. Castiel was humming little pleasurable sounds into their joined mouths even as his tongue battled with Dean’s. He arched his back wantonly to feel the press of the angel’s weight against him, reveling in the friction it created. Wrenching his mouth away, Dean pressed his head back until his throat was exposed to Cas. The angel immediately bent to mouth at his jugular, sucking little marks into the skin.
From nowhere the dark, oily sense of demons lanced through Dean’s nerves and he froze. Cas stilled above him and was just opening his mouth to speak when there was a polite knock on the bedroom door.
“Mom? Dad? Hope you’ve got your pants on, kiddos… cuz it’s going down again.”
There was a tenseness laced with the humor of Gabriel’s words and Dean sighed as the frantic desire that had been rolling through his system abated. Cas had already rolled up and off the bed by the time Dean sat up.
“Didn’t you guys take care of the demons in the town?”
The words were not accusatory, more confused, and Castiel responded with a nod.
“Yes. We sent them all back to Hell … this must be something new.”
Dean sighed heavily as he lifted himself from the bed and made his way to the door. Gabriel stood on the other side impatiently, shifting from foot to foot, but still managed to leer a little when Dean opened the door.
“Same town?”
Gabriel shook his head as he turned to lead them down the hallway to the first floor.
“Nope. Different one. Closer to us, though … so that’s probably not good.”
“Did the demons say anything to you before?”
He could feel Castiel tense behind him, but obviously Gabriel had no such qualms about reporting anything and everything to Dean.
“They kept asking where our Godling was, but that was it.”
As they reached the bottom of the spiral staircase Sam jumped up from where he had been seated next to Balthazar, going over something on his laptop.
“Dean! This town is twenty miles closer to us than the last. Balthazar was able to sense it as soon as the demons arrived. He said they’re getting stronger.”
“I believe that my actual words were ‘Hell is starting to send out the bigger guns’.”
Dean grunted as he plopped down on one of the barstools.
“So they’re getting closer. I’m going to assume, with our string of luck, that means they’re heading right for us. Or trying to lure us out to fight.”
Sam nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think we would all be in agreement there. What do you think we should do?”
Dean blinked at his brother a couple times in disbelief. Sam was always one to immediately make his opinion known, and for even him to defer to Dean’s control was disconcerting. He needed an equal in this. He needed his little brother to stand up to him and deflect his careless responses with more calculated ones.
“What do you think we should do, Sam?”
His little brother gave him an oddly dissecting look before he dropped his hands to brace on his hips.
“I would get the angels to strengthen our sigils and borders around the salvage yard, and then go out to the new town… see if they can help the people. I’d like to go, too. Try and do a little reconnaissance and figure out what the demons are after.”
Dean stood and clapped his hands together once, loudly.
“Awesome! Sounds like a plan, let’s get going-”
“NO!”
The echo of four voices speaking in unison reverberated off the walls and froze Dean in shock.
“What do you mean NO? I’m going too!”
Sam shook his head as Gabriel pushed Dean back into the barstool.
“Sorry, little amigo … but you’re staying here.”
Dean slapped the smaller angel’s hands away and stood back up.
“Bullshit! If Sam’s going, then so am I.”
Balthazar clucked in annoyance as he pretended to dust lint off his dark gray shirt.
“Sorry, darling, but no. All the demons in the last town would do was taunt us about you and ask where you were.”
Sam stepped forward.
“That means they’re trying to lure you out for some reason, Dean. Going into that town is exactly what they want.”
Even if he had to admit the legitimacy of Sam’s words, it still rankled.
“So I’m just supposed to send my little brother and my … my angels out there, instead? What if that’s the plan, huh? Snag one of you to force my hand and meet with Crowley again?”
Right after he said the words, Dean realized his mistake. He hadn’t told any of them about the conversation with the new King of Hell. Castiel was instantly whipping Dean around by his shoulders and glaring at him with a sparking ferocity. The other three were just staring at him in shock.
“What do you mean again, Dean? When did you meet with him before?”
Dean glanced down at his feet and refused to answer. Castiel suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
“That night… the other night when we thought we felt something, but you said it was nothing. Crowley was here, wasn’t he?”
Dean remained silent, even knowing that would show the truth behind the accusation. Sam practically screeched right next to him.
“He was HERE? Dean! You spoke to him ALONE? What were you thinking?”
Finally, he lost his composure and shoved away from them all.
“Nothing happened! He was just talking shit and being his usual jackass self! Now don’t you think you should get going? The sigils need to be strengthened, and there’s a town to save.”
With those words, Dean stalked out of the house and made his way to Bobby’s. If he was going to be left behind like a sheltered child, then he was going to do it in good company and a little alcohol. Bobby didn’t say a word as Dean slammed down into the chair next to him and reached for his ever-present flask. He could feel the angels check on the sigils and then depart, most likely with Sam in tow, and he scowled.
“That’s a mighty pissy look for a grown man.”
Dean grunted and took another deep swallow of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat.
“There was another attack. They’ve gone off with Sam and I’m supposed to stay here on my tuffet and crochet doilies.”
Bobby snickered as he leaned back in his chair.
“Can’t really blame them, can you? Especially Sam and Cas … they just got you back, after all.”
Dean shrugged a shoulder but didn’t respond to the older man’s words.
“They’re protecting you. It’s their job.”
Now that brought forth a response.
“Who says it’s their job? I can protect myself.”
The other hunter sighed and rubbed a hand down his whiskered face.
“Look, son … I ain’t no idjit. There’s more going on with you right now than you’re wanting to share, and I get that. Hell… I appreciate the fact that the cracks in my ceiling keep disappearing, and the paint on the walls keeps getting brighter, I do. If nothing else, Jodie loves you for it. But you got to realize… it ain’t normal. You’re in charge of angels and on speaking terms with God, and you can physically change the things around you. You aren’t normal anymore, Dean. You’re special.”
Dean sneered, but Bobby just continued.
“Your BFF God has assigned those angels to protect you. And to some extent, me and Sam and everyone you care about. That means he has big plans for you, and he doesn’t want you to do something stupid like getting blown up before those plans come to fruition.”
Kicking his feet up on the desk, Dean took another pull from the flask.
“I’ve had Gods and Demons have ‘plans’ for me before. They never seemed to have my best interests in mind.”
Bobby grunted and reached for the flask, swiping it out of Dean’s grasp.
“Are you sure? You’re still here, ain’t ya?”
Conceding the point, Dean dropped his head backwards to stare at the ceiling. Immediately upon his observation, the cracks and water stains began to seal and disappear. Dean sighed as Bobby chuckled.
“If you ever feel like going out to the garage… it could use a good scrub down.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
CHAPTER FOUR