The New Bond, Sam/Castiel, SPN Fic
Title: The New Bond
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam/Castiel,
Warning(s): Slash, Multiple Orgasms, Accidental-Stimulation, Soul-Bond, and Dry Humping, oh and Wing!Kink
Spoiler(s): Fourth onward (Though not six)
Prompt(s): My own.
Word Count: 1,992
Beta Reader:None, but I've read it over and over for the past two-three days. Okay, so not over and over but still.
Rants: I absolutely don't know what to think about this fic. It wasn't supposed to come out as crack but it sorta has a wtf? sense to it. Or at least I think it's sorta cracky. I wanted it to be sexual and deal with the bond and...well...This is what happened. I give anyone full rights to tell me the sex is bad, cuz honestly I think it sucks. Then again I haven't been up to writing sex lately. /sighs and waves onward, We'll see if I can do better next time. (I have no idea if I'll add more to this btw, I didn't explore all that I wanted to with this fic so I think I might, I'm debating it)
Summary: Sam's got this itch on his back, Castiel has an explanation...sort of?
Disclaimer: Do I have millions? Do I get to see Jared/Jensen/Misha on a regular basis? No?! Omg, then I must not be Kripke. In other words, I don't make money off this. (But damn if I was, Tesian would have to put a leash on me)
The New Bond
Sam felt the itch across his back a week after he had sex with Castiel for the first time. He didn’t think too much about it, scratched it a couple of times, and he ignored the sudden arousal that spiked.
He went through the day, ignored Dean’s bitching about; Freakin Arizona and it’s fuckin hot, and it’s not even helpful to go into a pool because then you’re cool for only a second, and kept researching the disappearances. It was only a few days but Sam was sure they should have figured out who or what they were after by now. Of course, they hadn’t.
The itch faded from memory once he had gotten back to the motel; brushed his teeth, ignored the fact that Dean had no boundaries and took a piss when it was Sam’s turn for the shower, and climbed into a bed with a muffled Good night.
Sam woke up around nine. He yawned, cracked his neck and left the bed. The itching started mid-way into his shower. The rub across his shoulders made his dick twitch and he tried to ignore it. He hated using soap to jack off, made him feel like he’d scrapped his cock with a razor after he put on his clothes. The itch continued though, sending spikes of arousal across his body. He moaned at the next swipe across his back and he had to be going insane, or maybe the thing that they were here for did this? He doubted it though, because the disappearances were more bloody then sexual.
The hunter came like a teenager the second he dug his nails into his skin to scratch at the damn itch. He gasped for breath and tried not to collapse into a pile. His dick twitched and he forced his hands away from his back because he could already feel the need to go another round. “Fuck, fuck, what was that?” Sam rubbed a hand through his hair and stayed in the spray trying not to panic. It was an intense orgasm, though not as good as the one he had had with Castiel last week, and it came out of no-where.
“Curse, gotta be a curse, but who the fuck have I pissed off?” Sam washed the sticky cum off his cock and balls, and finished his shower in a hurry. He didn’t think he had pissed anyone off, if anything Dean had been a saint too. There was no reason for a curse unless a demon had been after them. “Dammit!” He hissed, dried off, and put on his boxers and pants roughly. Sam figured it was some kind of family bad-luck that they couldn’t have one hunt that was normal if anything in their life counted as normal.
“Sammy, you done in there or do you need more time in there with your dick? I think the neighbors could hear you.” Dean’s voice was barely audible through the door, but the strong wrap of his fist against the door wasn’t.
Sam blushed, he didn’t remember moaning, hell all he could remember was the intense pleasure and need to grab his cock or have some friction. “Shut up, jerk.” He opened the door, and was half tempted to throw his dirty towel at Dean. Instead he walked past, and stopped at his bed to put on a shirt. “I’ll get some coffee.”
“Sure, just make sure you use your inside voice.” Dean grinned back at Sam before closing the door soundly.
One day, I’m going to kill him. The hunter rubbed a hand over his face and grabbed his wallet and the motel key before leaving. Sam had seen a donut shop nearby; there weren’t any diners near the motel so that would have to do. No way would Dean let him use the car alone, at least not after the last hunt he had used the car.
The walk was soothing to his thoughts, helped him in a way that a nice shower couldn’t. He felt the itch like a constant buzz under his skin now. Sam was tempted to press against it but last time he had come and he didn’t want to have a second episode in the middle of the street.
Sam reached the donut shop quickly, and picked a few favorites. He was tempted to get two dozen because he knew Dean would steal at least more than his fair share. The jerk probably will take my favorites even though he hates the sugar. Sam left the store with two coffees, and only one box of donuts.
The hunter reached the motel room and between squabbling over what exactly was the creature they were hunting and who got the last donut; Sam forgot about the itching.
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Castiel appeared next to Sam in the middle of the night. He looked tired, if it was even possible for an angel to look tired, and glanced around before sitting down on Sam’s bed.
Sam closed his laptop and set it on the side, glad that Dean was off at a bar for once. The hunt had gone as well as planned and Sam was still sore from where the skin-walker had thrown him against a wall. “Hey, Cas, what’s up?”
Castiel blue eyes shifted from Sam to the floor repetitively before he sighed, “I, we, we are bound together now.” He huffed out.
The hunter blinked, “Repeat that, Cas, we’re what?” Sam had to have misheard, they had sex sure, and damn it was good sex but there hadn’t been a spell or ritual it was just sex.
“I said we are bound, Sam, you are my mate now.” The angel clenched his hands tightly into fists and bit his lip until it turned white. “I do not know when the upper garrison found out but they thought it would help in the situation and tied our souls together while we mated.” Castiel blushed, a thing Sam had never thought he would see, and pressed a hand across Sam’s chest. “You, and I, we are one now.” His voice filled with awe, and Sam thinks, a bit of shame.
“I, but, what?” Sam clenched his fists and wants to yell. He, also, wanted to drag Zachariah’s, because it had to be that angel to mess with them like this, ass down here and have a few words, but he looked up at Castiel again.
Castiel bottom lip held a tint of blood as if he had bitten through the skin but it had healed before it could actually bleed properly. His eyes were a dusky blue widened, with what Sam is sure is lust, and wonder across his face. The angel’s hands are wound tight around each other, white-knuckled.
“Alright.” Sam finally relaxed his hold on the sheets and wrapped a hand around Castiel’s chin, bringing him into a quick kiss.
The other man moaned into the kiss practically falling over Sam and pressed kisses across his face. Castiel leaned back after a moment, looked as if he was trying to regain control of himself, “Alright? You are okay with this?”
“Yeah, yes, Cas, we’re good. I think.” The hunter stroked Castiel’s cheek and leans in for another kiss, “I know we’ve only said this a few times but I love you, and I-this is a surprise, but I can live with you forever.” Sam feels exposed but kept his eyes focused on his, and its literal now, angel because he knows if he did look away Castiel might take it wrong.
“I love you as well, Sam.” Castiel’s mouth pushed against Sam’s and pressed his fingers along the edge of Sam’s shirt.
It wasn’t a moment more before both of them had lost all their clothing. Sam caressed the angel’s back, surprised when he felt actual feathers there. He blinked and suddenly the itch was even stronger and he felt a shot of arousal. “What, what was that?” Sam ran his hands again at the same spot, and knew for certain this time he could feel Castiel’s feathers under his fingertips.
“My wings.” Castiel’s voice was wrecked and his cock was thrusting across Sam’s ab’s. He placed an arm around Sam’s neck and kept pushing, “Please, do not stop.” He mouths right below Sam’s ear.
Sam shivered at the contact, and continued petting Castiel’s wings and it shouldn’t be so hot but it was. The itch was stronger and he knew it had to be coming from the bond; the arousal makes his cock ache. He arched against Castiel, cock sliding under Castiel’s balls and in-between the cleft of his ass. “Fuck, Cas, so hot.”
Castiel purred under the attention, rubbed his cock faster against Sam. The angel was leaking pre-come across them both, helping the slide. Castiel’s nails dug into Sam’s shoulder and he rutted faster, “Sam, I, I need.”
Sam wasn’t sure what Castiel needed but he thrusts between the angel’s legs faster. His hands tightened around the feathers and pulled, just a little.
Castiel keened, cum spilled between them between rough thrusts and breathe gone ragged. The angel muttered ‘Thank you’s’ and ‘yeses’ while still sliding his body on top of Sam’s.
Sam groaned the sensations new and foreign and he’s sure that the bond is the reason why he feels like he just came but his cock is still rock-hard in-between Castiel’s legs. “Let me fuck you, Cas.” He hadn’t thought he wanted to fuck Castiel, but now that’s all he wants to do, slide into the angel’s warm and tight heat.
Castiel raised himself over Sam’s body and brings Sam’s hand around to feel his ass.
The hunter pressed a finger between Castiel’s cheeks and was surprised to find it already stretched and lubed, “Castiel?” Sam finger slid easily into Castiel.
“You told me last time we had intercourse, you would love to fuck me when I was still stretched.” Castiel blushed.
Sam grinned because Castiel’s already half-hard, again. He pressed another finger inside, the angel is loose compared to last time but still tight enough.
Castiel gasped, and thrust down against Sam’s fingers. “Please, Sam, fuck me.” His face is up and mouth open.
“Yeah, want to ride my cock, Cas?” Sam used to be tame and never into dirty talk but Castiel just has this ability to make it spill from his lips. His fingers slipped from his lover’s ass and he grabs his dick. He wanted to cum so bad, but he steadies himself, and waits until he has control again.
Castiel wasn’t waiting, though, pressing Sam down with one hand on the hunter’s chest, and slid down onto Sam’s cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” The angel had half of Sam inside him before he was moving up and down, his cock jutting between his legs, leaking heavily.
Sam grabbed Castiel’s hip with his left hand, and groans, it’s too good and he won’t last if Castiel keeps riding him like this. “Cas, that’s good, keep it up.”
Castiel leaned down, tongue licking across Sam’s lips, “Harder, Sam, come on.”
The hunter drove his hips upward, and felt Castiel clench around him. Sam groaned, dug his nails into Castiel and kept thrusting up, “Fuck, so tight, Cas, so fuckin tight.”
“Yes, only for you, Sam, only for you.” Castiel clamped around him tight, tweaked Sam’s nipple, and let out little whimpers when Sam adjusted the angle to hit his prostrate.
Sam thrust inside Castiel two more times before he was spilling inside the angel. He groaned and felt the tight heat before Castiel was coming across his chest once again. “Fuck, Cas”
“Love you,” Castiel muttered placing another kiss against Sam’s lips, and curling around Sam. With a slide of his hand and a burst of power they were clean and Castiel was snoozing against Sam’s side.
“Love you too,” Sam curled a hand in Castiel’s hair and kissed him. He closed his eyes and dreamed soon after.