DCBB - Dean Winchester's Home for Wayward Angels - CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER FOUR
It continued that way for the next three days. The angels would go out and stop an attack on one town, and the next thing they knew, there would be a new attack with new demons closer to the salvage yard than the last had been. In each town the demons would heckle his angels about their Godling and demand to see him. Sam would sneak through where he could and try to catch snippets of conversation here and there, but it wasn’t really providing anything substantial.
No one had questioned him about Crowley again, but Dean could sense Castiel’s disappointment with him. He would come to bed and manage to stay half a meter away from Dean at all times. Then he would be gone before Dean even woke up in the morning. He could tell everyone was upset with him, even Bobby after Sam had gone and tattled to him. It was starting to wear him down.
The most recent demon attack was only thirty miles away from the yard. It had been significantly more vicious right from the onset, and even Bobby and Sheriff Mills had gone to help out, calling in as many hunters as they could muster. So Dean was sitting on his front porch. Alone. Feeling the epic battle rage not that far away. For him. Because of him.
He was on his fifth beer.
He was pissed off.
An oily grease-slick prodded at him from the opposite direction of the battle and he froze, lip of the bottle hovering near his mouth. That was Crowley, he would bet money on it. It wasn’t a battle, or an army. It was a jaunty little ‘yoo-hoo I’m over here’. Dean took another swallow of his beer and tried to ignore it, but then the prod was back again. This time with an echo of ‘are you too cowardly to come by yourself’ mixed in.
Dean dropped the half full bottle to the ground and spat in disgust. So this was the plan all along. Keep all of his allies busy, and then poke his pride until Dean ventured out of safety by himself to meet with the demon. And fuck it if it wasn’t working. He was so frustrated and pissed off by the last several days; it would be nice to finally find out just what the hell the bastard wanted, anyway.
He stood up and stomped his way into this house and up to his bedroom. He had been lounging in sweats and a tank top, but he quickly traded them out for some jeans and a faded black t-shirt. Sam had taken Ruby’s old knife, and Dean didn’t really have anything else to kill a demon with, so he shrugged and figured he would go unarmed. Why the Hell not? He’d protected himself from Crowley before. When he reached for his boots in the corner, Dean paused. He found himself staring at the spot next to them were Castiel always left his hideous orange sneakers. Taking a deep breath, Dean stood without retrieving his shoes. He had taken to going around barefoot most days now. Feeling the power of the earth snake up through his toes to remind him it was there.
Right.
The not-so-friendly prod of demon stank hit him again when he exited the house and stood in the middle of the salvage yard. He ignored it in favor of sending a little pulse of power to his angels. A silent question on the state of things. Balthazar slapped him away in irritation, but confirmed that he was fine. Gabriel poked him right back with glee and showed him a flash of the arch-angel protecting Bobby and Mills. Castiel ignored him until Dean poked a little harder. His angel sent back the acknowledgement that he was fine, but busy at the moment keeping Sam from getting himself killed. Dean sent a light little ‘welcome to my world’ back, but wasn’t answered.
Finally, Dean disengaged from his angels and turned back to the grease-stain that was Crowley. He could tell the demon wasn’t too far, maybe ten miles away. Dean took a deep breath and concentrated. If he could do all these other things, there was nothing to say he could zip over there instantly like the angels. He had done it once before, when he had followed Balthazar’s path back to the cabin after Chuck had remade him.
Focusing on the nasty sensation that was Crowley, Dean closed his eyes and imagined himself following the line that lead him towards the demon.
“Well, well, well … someone’s learning some new tricks, aren’t they?”
Dean opened his eyes quickly and found himself at a broken down crossroads, asphalt long ago washed away and no standing buildings for miles. Crowley stood in the middle with his hands clasped behind his back and a smug grin on his face.
“Hello, darling.”
Dean took a step to the side and tried not to grimace as the gravel bit into his bare feet.
“So what’s all this about, Crowley? Why all the attacks? What are you even trying to accomplish here?”
The demon smirked.
“Accomplish? Sweetheart, you wound me … I just wanted you to come out and play for a bit … but you kept ignoring me. Breaks a girl’s heart.”
Dean laughed without humor before folding his arms over his chest.
“Play? Why would I want to play with you?”
Crowley tsked dramatically and moved to start circling Dean, who reacted by turning in place to keep the demon within his sights at all times.
“Come now, my love. To prepare for our bright future, of course. A warm up act, if you will … for the new King of Hell and the soon to be new King of Heaven.”
Dean’s arms fell away limply in shock. Crowley cackled at him.
“Don’t tell me you never guessed what was going on here, Dean. You didn’t honestly think that Daddy Dearest would just give you powers and angels and let you run free forever, did you?”
Suddenly a barrage of rocks flung themselves from the ground towards Dean’s face. Instantly, Dean swiped his left arm to the side and the rocks seemed to ricochet off nothing and fall in the opposite direction.
“You’re fucking with me, Crowley, and I don’t appreciate it.”
A tree limb nearby snapped from its branch and launched itself towards Dean’s chest like a spear. Dean gripped his hands into fists and the branch exploded into sawdust and drifted away on the breeze.
“I’m deadly serious, pumpkin. The Creator left Heaven ages ago, with no intention to return … and yet suddenly he shows back up again to set everything back to rights? It’s fairly obvious what he’s doing.”
A gale of wind burst forth from nowhere and tried to knock Dean off of his feet. With a flick of his head it turned to a gentle puff and dissipated.
“What what would that be?”
A giant boulder jumped into the air from the side of the road and dove straight for Dean’s head. Without a single movement, he stopped it in midair and let it hang ominously above them.
“Why … he’s preparing the school for a new principal, of course.”
Without warning, a dozen demons sprang up from nowhere to circle them at the edges of the crossroads.
“And so … I am here to establish our relationship right away. The light and the dark. It’s Yin and Yang, Dean darling … but I just wanted to make sure you understood something.”
Dean flung the boulder at two of the demons standing by and grinned when they yelped and dove for cover.
“Well, get it over with, then.”
Crowley smiled wide and deep as he took a step back.
“That I will not bow down to you. You will let me do my business and you will stay out of my hair. I wouldn’t want to destroy daddy’s pet project before you ever get the chance to claim your throne.”
Dean laughed.
“You want me to leave you alone? Fat chance, you dick, you just insured yourself that I will do everything I can to make your life fucking miserable.”
Crowley continued to step away, as a dozen more demons appeared and slowly began to walk towards Dean.
“Such a shame then, love … guess we’ll just have to kill you now. I will so miss our little get-togethers.”
The two closest demons to Dean launched themselves at him. He feinted to the left, punched the first one hard in the gut, and brought his hand up to smack his palm dead center on the other’s forehead. Trusting his powers to know what to do, he was rewarded with a brilliant flash of white as the demon was exorcised and the vessel fell unconscious to the ground. With a roar of anger, the rest of the demons attacked.
He was holding his own pretty well. They kept crowding him in, and he would take a punch or kick here and there, but he was still managing to exorcise two for every three that attacked him. Dozens and dozens kept appearing from thin air, and all the while Crowley was sitting nonchalantly on top of the boulder that Dean had thrown before. It was a fucking demon swarm, and Dean wondered if that meant the attack on the town had been called off.
Trying to keep his concentration on the battle at hand, Dean sent a pulse off to his angels. He could sense that they were still occupied with the demons in the town, but it seemed to be winding down. There was a spike of adrenalin from all three, and he guessed they could sense the gathering storm of demons nearby to where they thought Dean was safe in the salvage yard.
A particularly large demon got a hard crack of a punch right into Dean’s ribs and he cried out in pain. He could feel his power build in response to the stimuli and let it explode out in a giant sweep of white light. The demons were flung back all around him and skidded outward to the edges of the crossroads. Dean gasped and dropped down to his knees.
There was a frantic call from his angels in his mind, Cas’ the most anxious. They couldn’t find him. Crowley must have blocked the crossroads from their sight, and they had returned to the house to find Dean gone. The demons around him began to pick themselves back up and gather round. There had to be near a hundred now, not even counting the ones he had already taken care of. In the moment of calm Dean tried to transport himself back to the yard … but he was stuck. Crowley appeared to have taken care of that, too.
Dean growled deep in his throat and struggled up to his feet. Cas was frantically pawing at his mind, so Dean responded with a simple ‘love you, love you, love you, Cas’ which seemed to set the angel even more to fits.
Ah well… if I manage to get out of this, I’ll make it up to him.
Crowley cleared his throat and the demons all froze.
“Last chance, Dean, sweetheart. You just have to concede.”
Dean spit some blood onto the ground and sneered at the pompous asshole.
“Fuck you, Crowley.”
The King of Hell shrugged and sighed dramatically.
“Oh well… I tried. Kill him. Make it … messy.”
The demons surged forward again and Dean centered himself. As his body moved from years of ingrained reflexes, his mind was tumbling at a thousand miles per hour. He had to think. He had to think. His angels couldn’t get to him, and he couldn’t leave. Surely, if Chuck was really preparing him to take over … the little shit would have come to rescue him already, wouldn’t he? Unless.
Unless he knew that Dean had the power to do it himself.
He gritted his teeth as one of the demons got a lucky hit to the side of his head. He could feel the skin split and begin to bleed down his face. Well… that just pissed him off. Dean raised one foot off the ground, and calling to whatever source his power emanated from, he stomped it down hard in the middle of the crossroads. There was a resounding BOOM as the ground around him rippled out like water, sending demons flying everywhere and knocking a stunned Crowley off his perch.
Dean opened his mouth to scream out in anger, but instead a deafening roar split the air with enough force to bend back the trees at the edges of the road. Several demons screeched in pain and covered their ears before evacuating their vessels in a blast of black smoke. Crowley blinked at him once before he smirked and vanished into the night.
There were still dozens of demons around him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt his angels get a lock on him from the burst of power. He felt them arrive with Sam and Bobby in tow. But he was still so angry that he couldn’t stop. Dean swiped his arm towards the demons before him and a shockwave of power knocked them all down, black clouds of smoke filling the sky as more and more attempted to escape.
He screamed his rage again and watched as the force of it blew the demons straight out of their vessels. Bright sparks of electricity were flickering around his face, but he wasn’t sure where they were coming from. Demons were escaping left and right, but Dean was staring at the asshole who had punched him in the gut earlier. It was a giant fuck of a man with skin as pale as a corpse. Dean stalked right up to the demon and smacked his palm straight onto his face. In an explosion of white light the demon was dead, and suddenly the area around him was completely silent.
Dean was taking in huge gulps of air as he spun in a circle to look at all the poor bastards scattered about the crossroads. When he turned towards the edge of the woods, he was almost surprised to find Cas and the others standing there. He had forgotten about their arrival. Five pairs of wide eyes stared at him as he took a step towards them, but then his knees buckled and he went down.
“DEAN!”
Sam skidded to a stop before him and dropped instantly to his knees. Dean released a weary sigh as his little brother’s large hands frantically searched him for injuries. Bobby followed closely behind, but the three angels were still standing at the edge of the road, looking uncomfortable.
He felt completely drained. The power was receding from his body, and little black dots were starting to float across his vision.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stay with me, Dean! Come on! Stay-”
But everything faded to black as he slipped forward into his brother’s arms.
~*~
There was a mumbled conversation going on around him when Dean started to flirt with consciousness. He could recognize the comfort of his own bed, and the snuffling sound of Sammy snoring right next to him. The voices of his angels were further away in the room, but he could still make out what they were saying.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cas! You saw that as well as we did. You KNOW what that was!”
“Agreed. That was a halo, Castiel. That was a halo of the Chosen.”
“It’s not possible. Father just returned.”
“Yeah, well … apparently Daddy isn’t planning on staying.”
“He promised Dean a long life here. He promised him peace.”
“Yeah, and Pops always keeps his promises, doesn’t he, Cas?”
“There’s nothing to say he won’t have a long life here, brother. A long life for Dean would be a mere blink for our Father. There’s nothing to say he won’t keep his promise.”
“Yeah, except that he obviously didn’t tell Dean-o about the giant target now painted on his back.”
“That’s why we’re here, though, isn’t it? Take make sure he survives to claim the throne? Obviously that’s what the Father wants from us.”
“And when Dean dies? He’ll be unattainable to me. The King of Heaven cannot consort with an angel from the garrison.”
Silence answered Cas’ question and Dean felt his heart stutter and clench. Pulling from a reserve hidden deep, he sent a demand Heavenward for Chuck to meet. When he opened his eyes the room was whited-out and the smaller man was seated Indian-style in the middle of the bed. He looked guilty.
“Hi, Dean.”
Dean sat up slowly and crossed his arms.
“The truth.”
Chuck sighed and began to fiddle with the frayed edges of his house coat.
“The truth. Alright … I suppose you do deserve it. Nice job with those demons by the way.”
Dean clenched his jaw and Chuck gave him a small smile.
“The truth is … I didn’t want to come back. I never did … but it had gotten so out of control… I had to do something. When I came up with the idea of using you as the Hand of God I figured it would be a fitting way to honor you and everything you and your brother had done for me. No human had ever been chosen before, you see, so that meant your name would be written in the annuals of Heaven as something to respect and revere.
Then… when I sat there re-making you with my Grace and lamenting the fact that I had to come back to Heaven and take it all over again … I thought, But I don’t have to actually stay there. I could set everything to rights and create a clean start for someone new. Then of course came the question of who I could bequeath it to… one of the angels? That couldn’t work. You see what happened to them when I left them in charge.
So it would have to be a human. But what human did I know that not only understood how corrupted the Heavenly Host had become, but had already garnered the loyalty of three of my most stubborn children?”
Dean shifted anxiously on the white bed.
“Chuck-,”
“What human did I know that had an unfailing loyalty to his friends and family? Who was kind and just, but had enough street smarts to see past people’s bullshit. A human with a wicked sense of humor and playfulness on one hand… but a world weary soul that understood pain and suffering on the other. One that would sacrifice his own soul for his little brother. Or go up against angels… ANGELS… because he knew that what they were doing was wrong.
My goodness, I thought … I have the perfect candidate right here beneath my fingertips. And you are, Dean. You’re perfect to take my place. The Heavenly Host doesn’t need old school anymore. It needs someone to change them from their old ways and acclimate them to how the world really is now. Look at Castiel. It’s a perfect example. You are what they need. Not me.”
Having God praise so many things about your person tends to make a man a little uncomfortable.
“What about what-”
“Don’t worry about what your boys were saying.”
Chuck scooted closer and rested his hands on Dean’s shoulders.
“I wouldn’t separate you from each other. The power of your bond has saved the world… it would be a travesty, and very cruel of me, to destroy that. Castiel, along with Balthazar and Gabriel, will be your arch-angel. You're second in command. No one would dare speak against you if you … consorted with him.”
Dean released a soft chuckle before turning his gaze away from Chuck’s.
“What about… you know… I mean… in the Bible it was pretty frowned upon to want to sodomize an angel.”
He could feel his cheeks flushing as he spoke, more so when Chuck burst into laughter.
“Old school, Dean. I told you. That was old school. Time for some new ideas to be passed around.”
Dean grinned.
“Can I change the Bible to Adam and Steve?”
Chuck roared with laughter and slapped him on the shoulder.
“As fun as that would be … no. But I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do that would be just as good.”
Sensing the conversation drawing to a close, Dean sobered.
“How long do I have?”
Hopping to his feet, Chuck waved a dismissive hand at him.
“Decades yet… decades. Don’t worry about it for a while. I promise that I’ll give you a heads up, okay? And for the record… I was always planning to tell you… I just didn’t know when would be the best time.”
Dean moved off the bed to stand beside Chuck and shrugged.
“Crowley made you play your hand too soon.”
Chuck nodded.
“Yeah. Slimy little bastard. He’ll give you trouble, but I have every confidence in you and your ability to take care of him. If it gets too desperate… I’ll be there.”
Color slowly began to sink back into the world as Chuck dissolved in front of Dean’s eyes.
“Bye, Dean.”
“See ya, Chuck.”
When the world faded back into focus, Dean was standing in his room surrounded by everyone. Even Jodie was there. He blinked a couple times at the absolutely stunned face of Sam right in front of him. His brother sat there like a guppy-mouth for a few seconds before he finally got out his big boy words.
“Did … did you just say Chuck?”
Dean’s eyes widened. Whaddaya know… he DID. Usually Chuck wouldn’t let the name past his lips, even if he tried to say it out loud. Only in the white space could he address him by that handle. Looks like all current events considered… the Big Man had lightened up on his rules. Dean smirked at Sam.
“I do believe I did… didn’t I?”
Sam gaped. Bobby gaped. Castiel (as much as he could) gaped. Then Sammy screeched again.
“CHUCK? CHUCK SHURLEY?? CHUCK SHURLEY WAS GOD??? BUT HE WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME! WHY DIDN’T HE STOP IT? WHY DIDN’T HE-OW!”
Sam had clutched his side suddenly and Dean cackled.
“Feel like someone just jabbed you in the ribs?”
Sam’s eyes were super wide when he nodded. Dean patted him consolingly on the arm.
“Sammy… meet Chuck… again.”
He turned to face Castiel and allowed himself to just fall into the angel. Cas’ arms immediately came up to circle his waist and hug him close.
“It’s gonna be alright, Cas. It’s all gonna be okay. Promise.”
Dean could feel the angel nod against him, and he burrowed closer into that warmth.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaand it’s time for us to go. Come on, kiddos! Now that Mommy’s feeling better … Mommy and Daddy need their special happy fun times!”
As Gabriel ushered humans and angel out of the room and shut the door, Dean giggled a little deliriously into Castiel’s shoulder.
“Do you want to have happy fun times, Cas?”
The arms encircling him clenched slightly.
“I always wish to have happy fun times with you, Dean.”
Dean sighed and pulled away to stare into his angel’s gaze.
“Are you upset with me, Cas?”
The look in the angel’s eyes softened and a small smile graced his lips.
“No, Dean. I was never upset. I was just … afraid.”
“Afraid of me?”
Cas shook his head slowly.
“No. Afraid that … that if you were what Gabriel thought you were… I would not be enough for you.”
Dean reached down to grasp Castiel’s hand and tugged him towards the bed. They sat down next to each other on the edge and Dean took a deep calming breath.
“I am what Gabriel thought. I am. Chuck wants me to take over as the King of Heaven once my time on earth is done.”
The angel’s mouth dropped silently open and his gaze darted up to the empty space above the crown of Dean’s head.
“So … it was the mark of the Chosen.”
Dean pursed his lips, but fought the urge to look up above him.
“What did you see, Cas?”
Cas returned his gaze to Dean’s, eyes wide with disbelief.
“It was a halo, Dean. When you released all that power … a halo made of fire and lightening. All the Heavenly Hosts know of it. That it will appear upon the crown of God’s successor … but … there has never been a successor. Until … now.”
Dean shrugged and smirked a tiny fraction.
“What can I say, Cas? I just keep getting more and more bad-ass.”
Castiel laughed outright and it was a beautiful sound to Dean’s ears.
“That would be very presumptuous of you, Dean.”
Dean slowly stood and stripped off his shirt.
“Naw. What would be presumptuous of me would be to strip bare so you could fuck me into the mattress.”
The angel’s pupils blew wide at the words, and he was quickly on his feet as well. He stripped off his precious clothes with little care and flung them across the room. Dean laughed when Cas finished before him and started tugging at Dean’s pants to help him along. When they were both naked, Dean crawled onto the bed first, leaving his ass to Cas’ gaze as he fumbled in the drawer looking for lube.
The mattress shifted behind him a second before Castiel’s hands came to rest on his lower back, and then gently trail down across his cheeks and upper thighs. Dean hitched in a breath as he grabbed the tube he’d been looking for and then twisted around to lay on his back with Cas hovering over him. The angel slotted his body between Dean’s legs and carefully came to a rest on top of him, their hardening cocks pressing together deliciously.
Dean gulped a quick breath before spreading his legs further apart and pulling them up so that his knees were in the air and his feet were planted on the bed. It caused Cas’s weight to sink even further down onto him, and Dean groaned. This was nice. This was very, very nice. Even though they were both heavily aroused at that point, their lips met slowly without any frantic rush.
Cas licked into Dean’s mouth as he ran his hands down the angel’s back to trail along the curves of his ass. He groaned in pleasure when Cas left his mouth to nibble along his jaw and neck.
“Did the … did the gay sex book explain what you needed to do?”
Castiel hummed a positive response, but refused to remove his lips from Dean’s skin. He licked a trail down the man’s chest, passing over one nipple then the other, before dipping his tongue into Dean’s belly button. He drifted over to Dean’s hip and sucked a hickey into the cut of it. Dean could only watch him with labored breaths. This was all Cas’ call. The virgin angel apparently knew a hell of a lot more about gay sex than Dean did, and right now he didn’t even care that he had gained the knowledge on Sam’s computer or with Bobby’s reading material.
Finally, Castiel’s lips brushed the head of Dean’s cock lovingly, and then sucked him down like a pro. Dean tried not arch off the bed and choke the angel, but it had been a hell of a long time since he’d gotten any good head. He fisted his hands in the duvet beneath him, his fingers clutching the fabric with abandon. When Cas began to bob up and down Dean groaned loud and long, hoping the others had gone over to Bobby’s. Or at least turned some loud music on.
A warm hand brushed over his before rescuing the lube from his clench of death. Dean panted as he stared at the ceiling. If he looked down at Cas right now, this would be over far too quickly. There was a snap of a lid, and all too soon a slick, wet finger had found his hole and was rubbing softly over it. Dean fucking mewled at the sensation. Castiel responded with an answering growl the vibrated along Dean’s dick and almost had his eyes rolling back in his head. It did, in fact, make him completely miss the first press of a slick finger inside of him. Castiel had apparently learned the most important rule of gay sex. That even Dean knew. The more lube, the better. He could feel the sloppy mess of it coating his cheeks and dribbling down the crack of his ass … but it didn’t bother him in the slightest.
The finger pushed in further and Dean sucked in a sharp breath. It didn’t hurt, not really … not yet … but it felt like an intrusion. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Castiel released his cock and whispered soft supportive words against Dean’s inner thigh.
“Try to stay relaxed. Bear down on it instead of fight it. That is supposed to be very important.”
Dean couldn’t even find words to speak… so he just nodded and tried to follow Cas’ instruction. The finger finally slid in all the way to the knuckle, and Dean could feel the web of Castiel’s hand running along his rim as Cas turned his finger around inside of Dean. By this time a cold sweat had broken out on Dean’s skin, but he was starting to get the idea how this might feel good. Hell… men had been doing it for as long as they’d known what their dicks were for, right? Millions of gay dudes couldn’t be wrong.
“Another finger?”
Again, he couldn’t speak, so answered with a nod. Cas pulled out his one finger, to slide back in with two. Dean grunted at the new burn. Definitely weirder than the single finger, but if he was going to take a dick up there sometime this century… better to just get used to it quick. He forced himself to stay relaxed and bear down on the fingers. He’d been ripped apart by a fucking hellhound and been flayed alive on the rack. This was nothing.
“You are so good, Dean. You are so beautiful. I have been imagining what you would look like … like this. It has surpassed my every expectation.”
Okay, so Castiel didn’t really get the concept of dirty talk … but with the deep timbre of his voice and the husky flow of his words… he could read the fucking ingredients off a can of soup and Dean would probably come in his pants.
And then Castiel apparently located Mr. Prostate because electricity shot through Dean and he cried out and arched his back off the bed.
“Oh… I am so glad I found that.”
Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the wonder in the angel’s voice.
“Fuck, Cas … I love you so much.”
He was answered with a sucking kiss on the crease of his leg and hip. Without warning a third finger pressed in with the other two, and Cas began to twist them inside of Dean. He could feel his rim stretching to accommodate and suddenly, Dean didn’t want fingers anymore.
“Cas… Cas… come on. I’m good.”
The angel lifted his head from the critical study of his progress. Dean chanced the glance down to meet his gaze, and fuck. Cas looked fucking amazing planted between his legs like that, pupils blown wide and a healthy flush of desire on his cheeks.
“I think you need more prep, Dean. You’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Dean shook his head and rotated his hips so that Cas’ fingers slipped further inside of him.
“I don’t care. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck, Cas. I need you.”
The angel nodded, looking a little shell-shocked, but pulled his fingers free. Dean whined at the loss of that connection, but Cas was shifting up to his knees and coating his cock with lube.
“Your first time… it is supposed to be easier on your belly.”
Dean shook his head and lifted his legs to wrap them loosely around Castiel’s hips.
“No. I want to see you.”
Looking a little unsure, Cas reached up to snag a pillow and carefully wedged it beneath Dean’s hips. Then he paused and ran a hand softly down the center of Dean’s chest to rest on against his heart.
“Are you sure?”
Dean smirked.
“Helluva time to ask, Cas.”
The angel grinned, and then pulled back his hand to guide himself to Dean’s lubed hole. The first blunt pressure of the head made Dean choke in a breath, but he forced himself to keep from clenching up, and inch by inch Castiel slid home. The pressure was intense and the burn on his rim watered his eyes. He breathed heavily through his nose as he waited for the initial pain of it to pass. Above him, Cas had clenched his eyes closed and his mouth had dropped open. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow, some already trekking down his face.
“Oh … OH, Dean… this is…”
Dean took a deep breath and tightened his legs around Cas’ hips.
“Move a little, Cas … not too much, yet.”
The angel nodded and pulled back a fraction before pressing in again. Dean sucked in some air and angled his hips a little higher.
“Try it again.”
This time he pulled out a couple inches before pushing back inside. The new angle brushed right over Dean’s prostrate and he gasped in a loud breath.
“Right there. Right there.”
Pulling out the same amount, this time Cas snapped his hips and thrust in with more force. Dean keened a high pitch noise and grasped Castiel’s forearms in a vice grip.
“OH FUCK!”
Castiel growled his agreement before setting up a steady pace of pull-snap-pull-snap and Dean could feel every inch of him. His own forgotten cock had lagged a little during the initial penetration, but now it was happily streaking his own belly with pre-come and damn near purple at the head. Cas shifted so he nearly bent Dean in half in order to press a hard kiss to his lips. Dean whimpered when Cas pulled away and started to fuck in even harder.
He couldn’t stop the sounds escaping his mouth. Dean had always been noisy during sex, but this was fucking ridiculous. Between his keening and mewling, and Cas’ growls it probably sounded like a couple wild animals fucking the shit out of each other in the room. A warm hand gripped Dean’s cock and he opened his eyes to meet Cas’. They didn’t break away from each others’ gaze, stayed laser locked on the pleasure and love flashing across the distance between them. Cas stroked Dean’s cock once, then twice … and Dean was done.
He arched dramatically off the bed and cried out his release, marking his own stomach and the back of Castiel’s hand in thick, white ropes. Aftershocks of the orgasm continued to spark through him as Cas concentrated on fucking into Dean as desperately as he could. Then the angel froze above him and gasped. The cock in Dean’s ass swelled and pulsed, come slicking the way even more as Cas continued to roll his hips slowly.
His angel looked completely fucked out. He was gorgeous. Dean decided that Cas should stay that way as much as possible.
When Cas’ hips stilled Dean allowed his legs to fall loosely around him. He could feel Cas slowly softening inside of him, but the angel made no move to pull out. Instead he was running his hands all over Dean’s body in awe. Dean grinned at him. It was entirely possible that he might have blown a couple of his angel’s fuses.
“I … I really liked that. A lot.”
Dean cackled softly. Sleep was sneaking up behind him.
“That … would be the understatement of the century, Cas.”
The angel tilted his head in confusion, but kept quiet. He finally slipped free of Dean’s body, and Dean sighed a little at the loss. That was a pretty fucking amazing way of connecting with someone you loved… inviting them into your body. He understood a little more now why women were more cautious with their lovers. If Cas hadn’t been so attentive and loving … that could have been a horrible experience.
Dean gave a full body stretch once Cas moved off the bed. His ass pulled a little uncomfortably, and his lower back twinged, but hell if it wasn’t worth it. He hadn’t paid attention to where Cas had gone, but the angel suddenly reappeared with a wet washcloth.
“Did you … just go out to the bathroom to get a washcloth?”
Castiel titled his head at him again.
“Yes? It is customary for the top to clean up the bottom. I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep dirty and uncomfortable.”
Dean blinked at him.
“The bathroom is downstairs.”
Cas nodded.
“Yes?”
Dean flung a swishy hand signal at him.
“You’re naked.”
Cas nodded.
“Yes?”
Dean sighed.
“Well … was anyone down there?”
Cas nodded.
“Yes? They were having dinner.”
Dean groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. Castiel took this as a go ahead for clean up, and started to gently swipe the warm cloth across his butt and thighs. Dean grumbled into the pillow.
“Did they see you?”
Cas cleaned himself up quickly and then tossed the cloth to the floor.
“Not at first, but I wanted to make sure that Sam and Bobby knew you weren’t hurt and that we both enjoyed ourselves, and that I was taking care of you properly.”
Dean groaned louder into the pillow.
“Oh god.”
Castiel laid down snug against Dean’s side and planted a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Dean flipped his head to stare into Cas’ earnest eyes and found himself smiling contentedly.
“Nah, Cas. It’s fine. You did perfect.”
The blinding smile he received in return was enough to make Dean forget about all the ribbing he would likely be getting for days to come. It would all be fine. Besides, he was the fucking Chosen … he could just electrocute them in the ass. He leaned over to place a quick kiss on his angel’s lips.
“Love you, Cas.”
Castiel smiled as he snuggled down into Dean’s body and mouthed along his shoulder.
“I love you, Dean.”
Just before Dean slipped away into unconsciousness, Cas spoke against his skin one more time. The warm breath of his words against bare skin felt almost as intimate as the act they had just shared.
“Dean … you said once… that I would need a last name… and I told you that I would think about it and let you know.”
Dean hummed a mixed sound of agreement and acknowledgement. Castiel paused for a moment before continuing.
“Can I … can I have yours?”
There was a beat of saturated silence that blanketed the room before Dean finally opened his eyes and met his angel’s steady gaze. Cas looked willful and determined… if a little unsure. Arm feeling almost too relaxed to work properly, Dean slowly brought his hand to the angel’s face and let his thumb drift slowly across Cas’ bottom lip.
“Damn straight, you can.”
Castiel’s resulting grin was blinding.
From downstairs Gabriel’s voice tumbled into the room.
“NIGHT, MOM! NIGHT, DAD! TRY TO KEEP THE ORGASMIC SCREAMING DOWN TO A MINIMUM LEVEL NEXT TIME!”
Dean closed his eyes and could see the arch-angel snickering in the kitchen, about to take a sip from a can of overly-sugared soda pop. Dean sent a little push of power towards him and the can of soda exploded all over Gabriel. Dean pulled back quickly before the angel could retaliate.
“YOU BASTARD!”
Cas huffed a laugh against his shoulder as Dean drifted off to sleep.
Yeah … this life was gonna be alright.
~*~ FIN ~*~
MASTERPOST
It continued that way for the next three days. The angels would go out and stop an attack on one town, and the next thing they knew, there would be a new attack with new demons closer to the salvage yard than the last had been. In each town the demons would heckle his angels about their Godling and demand to see him. Sam would sneak through where he could and try to catch snippets of conversation here and there, but it wasn’t really providing anything substantial.
No one had questioned him about Crowley again, but Dean could sense Castiel’s disappointment with him. He would come to bed and manage to stay half a meter away from Dean at all times. Then he would be gone before Dean even woke up in the morning. He could tell everyone was upset with him, even Bobby after Sam had gone and tattled to him. It was starting to wear him down.
The most recent demon attack was only thirty miles away from the yard. It had been significantly more vicious right from the onset, and even Bobby and Sheriff Mills had gone to help out, calling in as many hunters as they could muster. So Dean was sitting on his front porch. Alone. Feeling the epic battle rage not that far away. For him. Because of him.
He was on his fifth beer.
He was pissed off.
An oily grease-slick prodded at him from the opposite direction of the battle and he froze, lip of the bottle hovering near his mouth. That was Crowley, he would bet money on it. It wasn’t a battle, or an army. It was a jaunty little ‘yoo-hoo I’m over here’. Dean took another swallow of his beer and tried to ignore it, but then the prod was back again. This time with an echo of ‘are you too cowardly to come by yourself’ mixed in.
Dean dropped the half full bottle to the ground and spat in disgust. So this was the plan all along. Keep all of his allies busy, and then poke his pride until Dean ventured out of safety by himself to meet with the demon. And fuck it if it wasn’t working. He was so frustrated and pissed off by the last several days; it would be nice to finally find out just what the hell the bastard wanted, anyway.
He stood up and stomped his way into this house and up to his bedroom. He had been lounging in sweats and a tank top, but he quickly traded them out for some jeans and a faded black t-shirt. Sam had taken Ruby’s old knife, and Dean didn’t really have anything else to kill a demon with, so he shrugged and figured he would go unarmed. Why the Hell not? He’d protected himself from Crowley before. When he reached for his boots in the corner, Dean paused. He found himself staring at the spot next to them were Castiel always left his hideous orange sneakers. Taking a deep breath, Dean stood without retrieving his shoes. He had taken to going around barefoot most days now. Feeling the power of the earth snake up through his toes to remind him it was there.
Right.
The not-so-friendly prod of demon stank hit him again when he exited the house and stood in the middle of the salvage yard. He ignored it in favor of sending a little pulse of power to his angels. A silent question on the state of things. Balthazar slapped him away in irritation, but confirmed that he was fine. Gabriel poked him right back with glee and showed him a flash of the arch-angel protecting Bobby and Mills. Castiel ignored him until Dean poked a little harder. His angel sent back the acknowledgement that he was fine, but busy at the moment keeping Sam from getting himself killed. Dean sent a light little ‘welcome to my world’ back, but wasn’t answered.
Finally, Dean disengaged from his angels and turned back to the grease-stain that was Crowley. He could tell the demon wasn’t too far, maybe ten miles away. Dean took a deep breath and concentrated. If he could do all these other things, there was nothing to say he could zip over there instantly like the angels. He had done it once before, when he had followed Balthazar’s path back to the cabin after Chuck had remade him.
Focusing on the nasty sensation that was Crowley, Dean closed his eyes and imagined himself following the line that lead him towards the demon.
“Well, well, well … someone’s learning some new tricks, aren’t they?”
Dean opened his eyes quickly and found himself at a broken down crossroads, asphalt long ago washed away and no standing buildings for miles. Crowley stood in the middle with his hands clasped behind his back and a smug grin on his face.
“Hello, darling.”
Dean took a step to the side and tried not to grimace as the gravel bit into his bare feet.
“So what’s all this about, Crowley? Why all the attacks? What are you even trying to accomplish here?”
The demon smirked.
“Accomplish? Sweetheart, you wound me … I just wanted you to come out and play for a bit … but you kept ignoring me. Breaks a girl’s heart.”
Dean laughed without humor before folding his arms over his chest.
“Play? Why would I want to play with you?”
Crowley tsked dramatically and moved to start circling Dean, who reacted by turning in place to keep the demon within his sights at all times.
“Come now, my love. To prepare for our bright future, of course. A warm up act, if you will … for the new King of Hell and the soon to be new King of Heaven.”
Dean’s arms fell away limply in shock. Crowley cackled at him.
“Don’t tell me you never guessed what was going on here, Dean. You didn’t honestly think that Daddy Dearest would just give you powers and angels and let you run free forever, did you?”
Suddenly a barrage of rocks flung themselves from the ground towards Dean’s face. Instantly, Dean swiped his left arm to the side and the rocks seemed to ricochet off nothing and fall in the opposite direction.
“You’re fucking with me, Crowley, and I don’t appreciate it.”
A tree limb nearby snapped from its branch and launched itself towards Dean’s chest like a spear. Dean gripped his hands into fists and the branch exploded into sawdust and drifted away on the breeze.
“I’m deadly serious, pumpkin. The Creator left Heaven ages ago, with no intention to return … and yet suddenly he shows back up again to set everything back to rights? It’s fairly obvious what he’s doing.”
A gale of wind burst forth from nowhere and tried to knock Dean off of his feet. With a flick of his head it turned to a gentle puff and dissipated.
“What what would that be?”
A giant boulder jumped into the air from the side of the road and dove straight for Dean’s head. Without a single movement, he stopped it in midair and let it hang ominously above them.
“Why … he’s preparing the school for a new principal, of course.”
Without warning, a dozen demons sprang up from nowhere to circle them at the edges of the crossroads.
“And so … I am here to establish our relationship right away. The light and the dark. It’s Yin and Yang, Dean darling … but I just wanted to make sure you understood something.”
Dean flung the boulder at two of the demons standing by and grinned when they yelped and dove for cover.
“Well, get it over with, then.”
Crowley smiled wide and deep as he took a step back.
“That I will not bow down to you. You will let me do my business and you will stay out of my hair. I wouldn’t want to destroy daddy’s pet project before you ever get the chance to claim your throne.”
Dean laughed.
“You want me to leave you alone? Fat chance, you dick, you just insured yourself that I will do everything I can to make your life fucking miserable.”
Crowley continued to step away, as a dozen more demons appeared and slowly began to walk towards Dean.
“Such a shame then, love … guess we’ll just have to kill you now. I will so miss our little get-togethers.”
The two closest demons to Dean launched themselves at him. He feinted to the left, punched the first one hard in the gut, and brought his hand up to smack his palm dead center on the other’s forehead. Trusting his powers to know what to do, he was rewarded with a brilliant flash of white as the demon was exorcised and the vessel fell unconscious to the ground. With a roar of anger, the rest of the demons attacked.
He was holding his own pretty well. They kept crowding him in, and he would take a punch or kick here and there, but he was still managing to exorcise two for every three that attacked him. Dozens and dozens kept appearing from thin air, and all the while Crowley was sitting nonchalantly on top of the boulder that Dean had thrown before. It was a fucking demon swarm, and Dean wondered if that meant the attack on the town had been called off.
Trying to keep his concentration on the battle at hand, Dean sent a pulse off to his angels. He could sense that they were still occupied with the demons in the town, but it seemed to be winding down. There was a spike of adrenalin from all three, and he guessed they could sense the gathering storm of demons nearby to where they thought Dean was safe in the salvage yard.
A particularly large demon got a hard crack of a punch right into Dean’s ribs and he cried out in pain. He could feel his power build in response to the stimuli and let it explode out in a giant sweep of white light. The demons were flung back all around him and skidded outward to the edges of the crossroads. Dean gasped and dropped down to his knees.
There was a frantic call from his angels in his mind, Cas’ the most anxious. They couldn’t find him. Crowley must have blocked the crossroads from their sight, and they had returned to the house to find Dean gone. The demons around him began to pick themselves back up and gather round. There had to be near a hundred now, not even counting the ones he had already taken care of. In the moment of calm Dean tried to transport himself back to the yard … but he was stuck. Crowley appeared to have taken care of that, too.
Dean growled deep in his throat and struggled up to his feet. Cas was frantically pawing at his mind, so Dean responded with a simple ‘love you, love you, love you, Cas’ which seemed to set the angel even more to fits.
Ah well… if I manage to get out of this, I’ll make it up to him.
Crowley cleared his throat and the demons all froze.
“Last chance, Dean, sweetheart. You just have to concede.”
Dean spit some blood onto the ground and sneered at the pompous asshole.
“Fuck you, Crowley.”
The King of Hell shrugged and sighed dramatically.
“Oh well… I tried. Kill him. Make it … messy.”
The demons surged forward again and Dean centered himself. As his body moved from years of ingrained reflexes, his mind was tumbling at a thousand miles per hour. He had to think. He had to think. His angels couldn’t get to him, and he couldn’t leave. Surely, if Chuck was really preparing him to take over … the little shit would have come to rescue him already, wouldn’t he? Unless.
Unless he knew that Dean had the power to do it himself.
He gritted his teeth as one of the demons got a lucky hit to the side of his head. He could feel the skin split and begin to bleed down his face. Well… that just pissed him off. Dean raised one foot off the ground, and calling to whatever source his power emanated from, he stomped it down hard in the middle of the crossroads. There was a resounding BOOM as the ground around him rippled out like water, sending demons flying everywhere and knocking a stunned Crowley off his perch.
Dean opened his mouth to scream out in anger, but instead a deafening roar split the air with enough force to bend back the trees at the edges of the road. Several demons screeched in pain and covered their ears before evacuating their vessels in a blast of black smoke. Crowley blinked at him once before he smirked and vanished into the night.
There were still dozens of demons around him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt his angels get a lock on him from the burst of power. He felt them arrive with Sam and Bobby in tow. But he was still so angry that he couldn’t stop. Dean swiped his arm towards the demons before him and a shockwave of power knocked them all down, black clouds of smoke filling the sky as more and more attempted to escape.
He screamed his rage again and watched as the force of it blew the demons straight out of their vessels. Bright sparks of electricity were flickering around his face, but he wasn’t sure where they were coming from. Demons were escaping left and right, but Dean was staring at the asshole who had punched him in the gut earlier. It was a giant fuck of a man with skin as pale as a corpse. Dean stalked right up to the demon and smacked his palm straight onto his face. In an explosion of white light the demon was dead, and suddenly the area around him was completely silent.
Dean was taking in huge gulps of air as he spun in a circle to look at all the poor bastards scattered about the crossroads. When he turned towards the edge of the woods, he was almost surprised to find Cas and the others standing there. He had forgotten about their arrival. Five pairs of wide eyes stared at him as he took a step towards them, but then his knees buckled and he went down.
“DEAN!”
Sam skidded to a stop before him and dropped instantly to his knees. Dean released a weary sigh as his little brother’s large hands frantically searched him for injuries. Bobby followed closely behind, but the three angels were still standing at the edge of the road, looking uncomfortable.
He felt completely drained. The power was receding from his body, and little black dots were starting to float across his vision.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stay with me, Dean! Come on! Stay-”
But everything faded to black as he slipped forward into his brother’s arms.
~*~
There was a mumbled conversation going on around him when Dean started to flirt with consciousness. He could recognize the comfort of his own bed, and the snuffling sound of Sammy snoring right next to him. The voices of his angels were further away in the room, but he could still make out what they were saying.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cas! You saw that as well as we did. You KNOW what that was!”
“Agreed. That was a halo, Castiel. That was a halo of the Chosen.”
“It’s not possible. Father just returned.”
“Yeah, well … apparently Daddy isn’t planning on staying.”
“He promised Dean a long life here. He promised him peace.”
“Yeah, and Pops always keeps his promises, doesn’t he, Cas?”
“There’s nothing to say he won’t have a long life here, brother. A long life for Dean would be a mere blink for our Father. There’s nothing to say he won’t keep his promise.”
“Yeah, except that he obviously didn’t tell Dean-o about the giant target now painted on his back.”
“That’s why we’re here, though, isn’t it? Take make sure he survives to claim the throne? Obviously that’s what the Father wants from us.”
“And when Dean dies? He’ll be unattainable to me. The King of Heaven cannot consort with an angel from the garrison.”
Silence answered Cas’ question and Dean felt his heart stutter and clench. Pulling from a reserve hidden deep, he sent a demand Heavenward for Chuck to meet. When he opened his eyes the room was whited-out and the smaller man was seated Indian-style in the middle of the bed. He looked guilty.
“Hi, Dean.”
Dean sat up slowly and crossed his arms.
“The truth.”
Chuck sighed and began to fiddle with the frayed edges of his house coat.
“The truth. Alright … I suppose you do deserve it. Nice job with those demons by the way.”
Dean clenched his jaw and Chuck gave him a small smile.
“The truth is … I didn’t want to come back. I never did … but it had gotten so out of control… I had to do something. When I came up with the idea of using you as the Hand of God I figured it would be a fitting way to honor you and everything you and your brother had done for me. No human had ever been chosen before, you see, so that meant your name would be written in the annuals of Heaven as something to respect and revere.
Then… when I sat there re-making you with my Grace and lamenting the fact that I had to come back to Heaven and take it all over again … I thought, But I don’t have to actually stay there. I could set everything to rights and create a clean start for someone new. Then of course came the question of who I could bequeath it to… one of the angels? That couldn’t work. You see what happened to them when I left them in charge.
So it would have to be a human. But what human did I know that not only understood how corrupted the Heavenly Host had become, but had already garnered the loyalty of three of my most stubborn children?”
Dean shifted anxiously on the white bed.
“Chuck-,”
“What human did I know that had an unfailing loyalty to his friends and family? Who was kind and just, but had enough street smarts to see past people’s bullshit. A human with a wicked sense of humor and playfulness on one hand… but a world weary soul that understood pain and suffering on the other. One that would sacrifice his own soul for his little brother. Or go up against angels… ANGELS… because he knew that what they were doing was wrong.
My goodness, I thought … I have the perfect candidate right here beneath my fingertips. And you are, Dean. You’re perfect to take my place. The Heavenly Host doesn’t need old school anymore. It needs someone to change them from their old ways and acclimate them to how the world really is now. Look at Castiel. It’s a perfect example. You are what they need. Not me.”
Having God praise so many things about your person tends to make a man a little uncomfortable.
“What about what-”
“Don’t worry about what your boys were saying.”
Chuck scooted closer and rested his hands on Dean’s shoulders.
“I wouldn’t separate you from each other. The power of your bond has saved the world… it would be a travesty, and very cruel of me, to destroy that. Castiel, along with Balthazar and Gabriel, will be your arch-angel. You're second in command. No one would dare speak against you if you … consorted with him.”
Dean released a soft chuckle before turning his gaze away from Chuck’s.
“What about… you know… I mean… in the Bible it was pretty frowned upon to want to sodomize an angel.”
He could feel his cheeks flushing as he spoke, more so when Chuck burst into laughter.
“Old school, Dean. I told you. That was old school. Time for some new ideas to be passed around.”
Dean grinned.
“Can I change the Bible to Adam and Steve?”
Chuck roared with laughter and slapped him on the shoulder.
“As fun as that would be … no. But I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do that would be just as good.”
Sensing the conversation drawing to a close, Dean sobered.
“How long do I have?”
Hopping to his feet, Chuck waved a dismissive hand at him.
“Decades yet… decades. Don’t worry about it for a while. I promise that I’ll give you a heads up, okay? And for the record… I was always planning to tell you… I just didn’t know when would be the best time.”
Dean moved off the bed to stand beside Chuck and shrugged.
“Crowley made you play your hand too soon.”
Chuck nodded.
“Yeah. Slimy little bastard. He’ll give you trouble, but I have every confidence in you and your ability to take care of him. If it gets too desperate… I’ll be there.”
Color slowly began to sink back into the world as Chuck dissolved in front of Dean’s eyes.
“Bye, Dean.”
“See ya, Chuck.”
When the world faded back into focus, Dean was standing in his room surrounded by everyone. Even Jodie was there. He blinked a couple times at the absolutely stunned face of Sam right in front of him. His brother sat there like a guppy-mouth for a few seconds before he finally got out his big boy words.
“Did … did you just say Chuck?”
Dean’s eyes widened. Whaddaya know… he DID. Usually Chuck wouldn’t let the name past his lips, even if he tried to say it out loud. Only in the white space could he address him by that handle. Looks like all current events considered… the Big Man had lightened up on his rules. Dean smirked at Sam.
“I do believe I did… didn’t I?”
Sam gaped. Bobby gaped. Castiel (as much as he could) gaped. Then Sammy screeched again.
“CHUCK? CHUCK SHURLEY?? CHUCK SHURLEY WAS GOD??? BUT HE WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME! WHY DIDN’T HE STOP IT? WHY DIDN’T HE-OW!”
Sam had clutched his side suddenly and Dean cackled.
“Feel like someone just jabbed you in the ribs?”
Sam’s eyes were super wide when he nodded. Dean patted him consolingly on the arm.
“Sammy… meet Chuck… again.”
He turned to face Castiel and allowed himself to just fall into the angel. Cas’ arms immediately came up to circle his waist and hug him close.
“It’s gonna be alright, Cas. It’s all gonna be okay. Promise.”
Dean could feel the angel nod against him, and he burrowed closer into that warmth.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaand it’s time for us to go. Come on, kiddos! Now that Mommy’s feeling better … Mommy and Daddy need their special happy fun times!”
As Gabriel ushered humans and angel out of the room and shut the door, Dean giggled a little deliriously into Castiel’s shoulder.
“Do you want to have happy fun times, Cas?”
The arms encircling him clenched slightly.
“I always wish to have happy fun times with you, Dean.”
Dean sighed and pulled away to stare into his angel’s gaze.
“Are you upset with me, Cas?”
The look in the angel’s eyes softened and a small smile graced his lips.
“No, Dean. I was never upset. I was just … afraid.”
“Afraid of me?”
Cas shook his head slowly.
“No. Afraid that … that if you were what Gabriel thought you were… I would not be enough for you.”
Dean reached down to grasp Castiel’s hand and tugged him towards the bed. They sat down next to each other on the edge and Dean took a deep calming breath.
“I am what Gabriel thought. I am. Chuck wants me to take over as the King of Heaven once my time on earth is done.”
The angel’s mouth dropped silently open and his gaze darted up to the empty space above the crown of Dean’s head.
“So … it was the mark of the Chosen.”
Dean pursed his lips, but fought the urge to look up above him.
“What did you see, Cas?”
Cas returned his gaze to Dean’s, eyes wide with disbelief.
“It was a halo, Dean. When you released all that power … a halo made of fire and lightening. All the Heavenly Hosts know of it. That it will appear upon the crown of God’s successor … but … there has never been a successor. Until … now.”
Dean shrugged and smirked a tiny fraction.
“What can I say, Cas? I just keep getting more and more bad-ass.”
Castiel laughed outright and it was a beautiful sound to Dean’s ears.
“That would be very presumptuous of you, Dean.”
Dean slowly stood and stripped off his shirt.
“Naw. What would be presumptuous of me would be to strip bare so you could fuck me into the mattress.”
The angel’s pupils blew wide at the words, and he was quickly on his feet as well. He stripped off his precious clothes with little care and flung them across the room. Dean laughed when Cas finished before him and started tugging at Dean’s pants to help him along. When they were both naked, Dean crawled onto the bed first, leaving his ass to Cas’ gaze as he fumbled in the drawer looking for lube.
The mattress shifted behind him a second before Castiel’s hands came to rest on his lower back, and then gently trail down across his cheeks and upper thighs. Dean hitched in a breath as he grabbed the tube he’d been looking for and then twisted around to lay on his back with Cas hovering over him. The angel slotted his body between Dean’s legs and carefully came to a rest on top of him, their hardening cocks pressing together deliciously.
Dean gulped a quick breath before spreading his legs further apart and pulling them up so that his knees were in the air and his feet were planted on the bed. It caused Cas’s weight to sink even further down onto him, and Dean groaned. This was nice. This was very, very nice. Even though they were both heavily aroused at that point, their lips met slowly without any frantic rush.
Cas licked into Dean’s mouth as he ran his hands down the angel’s back to trail along the curves of his ass. He groaned in pleasure when Cas left his mouth to nibble along his jaw and neck.
“Did the … did the gay sex book explain what you needed to do?”
Castiel hummed a positive response, but refused to remove his lips from Dean’s skin. He licked a trail down the man’s chest, passing over one nipple then the other, before dipping his tongue into Dean’s belly button. He drifted over to Dean’s hip and sucked a hickey into the cut of it. Dean could only watch him with labored breaths. This was all Cas’ call. The virgin angel apparently knew a hell of a lot more about gay sex than Dean did, and right now he didn’t even care that he had gained the knowledge on Sam’s computer or with Bobby’s reading material.
Finally, Castiel’s lips brushed the head of Dean’s cock lovingly, and then sucked him down like a pro. Dean tried not arch off the bed and choke the angel, but it had been a hell of a long time since he’d gotten any good head. He fisted his hands in the duvet beneath him, his fingers clutching the fabric with abandon. When Cas began to bob up and down Dean groaned loud and long, hoping the others had gone over to Bobby’s. Or at least turned some loud music on.
A warm hand brushed over his before rescuing the lube from his clench of death. Dean panted as he stared at the ceiling. If he looked down at Cas right now, this would be over far too quickly. There was a snap of a lid, and all too soon a slick, wet finger had found his hole and was rubbing softly over it. Dean fucking mewled at the sensation. Castiel responded with an answering growl the vibrated along Dean’s dick and almost had his eyes rolling back in his head. It did, in fact, make him completely miss the first press of a slick finger inside of him. Castiel had apparently learned the most important rule of gay sex. That even Dean knew. The more lube, the better. He could feel the sloppy mess of it coating his cheeks and dribbling down the crack of his ass … but it didn’t bother him in the slightest.
The finger pushed in further and Dean sucked in a sharp breath. It didn’t hurt, not really … not yet … but it felt like an intrusion. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Castiel released his cock and whispered soft supportive words against Dean’s inner thigh.
“Try to stay relaxed. Bear down on it instead of fight it. That is supposed to be very important.”
Dean couldn’t even find words to speak… so he just nodded and tried to follow Cas’ instruction. The finger finally slid in all the way to the knuckle, and Dean could feel the web of Castiel’s hand running along his rim as Cas turned his finger around inside of Dean. By this time a cold sweat had broken out on Dean’s skin, but he was starting to get the idea how this might feel good. Hell… men had been doing it for as long as they’d known what their dicks were for, right? Millions of gay dudes couldn’t be wrong.
“Another finger?”
Again, he couldn’t speak, so answered with a nod. Cas pulled out his one finger, to slide back in with two. Dean grunted at the new burn. Definitely weirder than the single finger, but if he was going to take a dick up there sometime this century… better to just get used to it quick. He forced himself to stay relaxed and bear down on the fingers. He’d been ripped apart by a fucking hellhound and been flayed alive on the rack. This was nothing.
“You are so good, Dean. You are so beautiful. I have been imagining what you would look like … like this. It has surpassed my every expectation.”
Okay, so Castiel didn’t really get the concept of dirty talk … but with the deep timbre of his voice and the husky flow of his words… he could read the fucking ingredients off a can of soup and Dean would probably come in his pants.
And then Castiel apparently located Mr. Prostate because electricity shot through Dean and he cried out and arched his back off the bed.
“Oh… I am so glad I found that.”
Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the wonder in the angel’s voice.
“Fuck, Cas … I love you so much.”
He was answered with a sucking kiss on the crease of his leg and hip. Without warning a third finger pressed in with the other two, and Cas began to twist them inside of Dean. He could feel his rim stretching to accommodate and suddenly, Dean didn’t want fingers anymore.
“Cas… Cas… come on. I’m good.”
The angel lifted his head from the critical study of his progress. Dean chanced the glance down to meet his gaze, and fuck. Cas looked fucking amazing planted between his legs like that, pupils blown wide and a healthy flush of desire on his cheeks.
“I think you need more prep, Dean. You’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Dean shook his head and rotated his hips so that Cas’ fingers slipped further inside of him.
“I don’t care. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck, Cas. I need you.”
The angel nodded, looking a little shell-shocked, but pulled his fingers free. Dean whined at the loss of that connection, but Cas was shifting up to his knees and coating his cock with lube.
“Your first time… it is supposed to be easier on your belly.”
Dean shook his head and lifted his legs to wrap them loosely around Castiel’s hips.
“No. I want to see you.”
Looking a little unsure, Cas reached up to snag a pillow and carefully wedged it beneath Dean’s hips. Then he paused and ran a hand softly down the center of Dean’s chest to rest on against his heart.
“Are you sure?”
Dean smirked.
“Helluva time to ask, Cas.”
The angel grinned, and then pulled back his hand to guide himself to Dean’s lubed hole. The first blunt pressure of the head made Dean choke in a breath, but he forced himself to keep from clenching up, and inch by inch Castiel slid home. The pressure was intense and the burn on his rim watered his eyes. He breathed heavily through his nose as he waited for the initial pain of it to pass. Above him, Cas had clenched his eyes closed and his mouth had dropped open. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow, some already trekking down his face.
“Oh … OH, Dean… this is…”
Dean took a deep breath and tightened his legs around Cas’ hips.
“Move a little, Cas … not too much, yet.”
The angel nodded and pulled back a fraction before pressing in again. Dean sucked in some air and angled his hips a little higher.
“Try it again.”
This time he pulled out a couple inches before pushing back inside. The new angle brushed right over Dean’s prostrate and he gasped in a loud breath.
“Right there. Right there.”
Pulling out the same amount, this time Cas snapped his hips and thrust in with more force. Dean keened a high pitch noise and grasped Castiel’s forearms in a vice grip.
“OH FUCK!”
Castiel growled his agreement before setting up a steady pace of pull-snap-pull-snap and Dean could feel every inch of him. His own forgotten cock had lagged a little during the initial penetration, but now it was happily streaking his own belly with pre-come and damn near purple at the head. Cas shifted so he nearly bent Dean in half in order to press a hard kiss to his lips. Dean whimpered when Cas pulled away and started to fuck in even harder.
He couldn’t stop the sounds escaping his mouth. Dean had always been noisy during sex, but this was fucking ridiculous. Between his keening and mewling, and Cas’ growls it probably sounded like a couple wild animals fucking the shit out of each other in the room. A warm hand gripped Dean’s cock and he opened his eyes to meet Cas’. They didn’t break away from each others’ gaze, stayed laser locked on the pleasure and love flashing across the distance between them. Cas stroked Dean’s cock once, then twice … and Dean was done.
He arched dramatically off the bed and cried out his release, marking his own stomach and the back of Castiel’s hand in thick, white ropes. Aftershocks of the orgasm continued to spark through him as Cas concentrated on fucking into Dean as desperately as he could. Then the angel froze above him and gasped. The cock in Dean’s ass swelled and pulsed, come slicking the way even more as Cas continued to roll his hips slowly.
His angel looked completely fucked out. He was gorgeous. Dean decided that Cas should stay that way as much as possible.
When Cas’ hips stilled Dean allowed his legs to fall loosely around him. He could feel Cas slowly softening inside of him, but the angel made no move to pull out. Instead he was running his hands all over Dean’s body in awe. Dean grinned at him. It was entirely possible that he might have blown a couple of his angel’s fuses.
“I … I really liked that. A lot.”
Dean cackled softly. Sleep was sneaking up behind him.
“That … would be the understatement of the century, Cas.”
The angel tilted his head in confusion, but kept quiet. He finally slipped free of Dean’s body, and Dean sighed a little at the loss. That was a pretty fucking amazing way of connecting with someone you loved… inviting them into your body. He understood a little more now why women were more cautious with their lovers. If Cas hadn’t been so attentive and loving … that could have been a horrible experience.
Dean gave a full body stretch once Cas moved off the bed. His ass pulled a little uncomfortably, and his lower back twinged, but hell if it wasn’t worth it. He hadn’t paid attention to where Cas had gone, but the angel suddenly reappeared with a wet washcloth.
“Did you … just go out to the bathroom to get a washcloth?”
Castiel titled his head at him again.
“Yes? It is customary for the top to clean up the bottom. I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep dirty and uncomfortable.”
Dean blinked at him.
“The bathroom is downstairs.”
Cas nodded.
“Yes?”
Dean flung a swishy hand signal at him.
“You’re naked.”
Cas nodded.
“Yes?”
Dean sighed.
“Well … was anyone down there?”
Cas nodded.
“Yes? They were having dinner.”
Dean groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. Castiel took this as a go ahead for clean up, and started to gently swipe the warm cloth across his butt and thighs. Dean grumbled into the pillow.
“Did they see you?”
Cas cleaned himself up quickly and then tossed the cloth to the floor.
“Not at first, but I wanted to make sure that Sam and Bobby knew you weren’t hurt and that we both enjoyed ourselves, and that I was taking care of you properly.”
Dean groaned louder into the pillow.
“Oh god.”
Castiel laid down snug against Dean’s side and planted a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Dean flipped his head to stare into Cas’ earnest eyes and found himself smiling contentedly.
“Nah, Cas. It’s fine. You did perfect.”
The blinding smile he received in return was enough to make Dean forget about all the ribbing he would likely be getting for days to come. It would all be fine. Besides, he was the fucking Chosen … he could just electrocute them in the ass. He leaned over to place a quick kiss on his angel’s lips.
“Love you, Cas.”
Castiel smiled as he snuggled down into Dean’s body and mouthed along his shoulder.
“I love you, Dean.”
Just before Dean slipped away into unconsciousness, Cas spoke against his skin one more time. The warm breath of his words against bare skin felt almost as intimate as the act they had just shared.
“Dean … you said once… that I would need a last name… and I told you that I would think about it and let you know.”
Dean hummed a mixed sound of agreement and acknowledgement. Castiel paused for a moment before continuing.
“Can I … can I have yours?”
There was a beat of saturated silence that blanketed the room before Dean finally opened his eyes and met his angel’s steady gaze. Cas looked willful and determined… if a little unsure. Arm feeling almost too relaxed to work properly, Dean slowly brought his hand to the angel’s face and let his thumb drift slowly across Cas’ bottom lip.
“Damn straight, you can.”
Castiel’s resulting grin was blinding.
From downstairs Gabriel’s voice tumbled into the room.
“NIGHT, MOM! NIGHT, DAD! TRY TO KEEP THE ORGASMIC SCREAMING DOWN TO A MINIMUM LEVEL NEXT TIME!”
Dean closed his eyes and could see the arch-angel snickering in the kitchen, about to take a sip from a can of overly-sugared soda pop. Dean sent a little push of power towards him and the can of soda exploded all over Gabriel. Dean pulled back quickly before the angel could retaliate.
“YOU BASTARD!”
Cas huffed a laugh against his shoulder as Dean drifted off to sleep.
Yeah … this life was gonna be alright.
~*~ FIN ~*~
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