FIC: Human Emotion 5/5
Title: Human Emotion
Author: Miss 'Drea
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 14,400~
Artist who did your art: freetodream5
Warnings/Kinks: Threesome, body fetish (ears), body fetish (back), wing kink (sort of), massages, coming without being touched, incest (of the Win variety), biting
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta mistyzeo who ventured out of her comfort zone for me. I love you and you're amazing. Also thanks to rayn_firehawk for the outrage on Castiel's behalf, Boyfriend, for reading my gay porn because that's just made of win, blackcathollow for being the first person to want to read this monstrosity and thebunnybag for pointing out my smut inconsistencies.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
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Epilogue
Castiel pressed one hand to the window of Bobby’s second floor bedroom, crouching on the roof alone in the dark. He had responded to Sam’s call even without meaning to, appearing just outside long enough to listen to their muted sounds of passion. He’d done his duty, he’d kept Dean from saying yes, and kept Sam safe.
Zachariah was none too pleased with him, he had been one of Michael’s biggest advocates, and Destiny was probably just as annoyed. But they were safe now, his Winchester boys, and the end was not quite so near.
He was already thinking of ways to find out how to kill the Devil and how to plant that information for them to find when he felt a presence behind him. He half turned and blinked in shock at the person standing there. “Brother,” he said, confused. “What are you...?”
Gabriel smiled, his lips tilting up in his standard smug smirk. “Castiel,” he said, almost warmly. “Have you been banned from the bedroom?” His smile turned vaguely mocking and Castiel looked away. “You have.” Gabriel seemed surprised and he stepped up to look in the window.
“I was given back my Grace in return for leaving them behind,” Castiel murmured into the cool night air. “I am still, at this point, wondering if I made the right decision.”
Gabriel watched him for a long minute, noticing the hand print on the glass. The brothers would likely never see it, it glowed with Angel power and they weren’t refined enough to see like that. But it was there, and if Castiel was leaking that much...
Touching his tongue to his top lip, Gabriel thought about it for a minute. “You know...” he said, “I could put you back there.”
Castiel turned. “You could what?”
“I could put you back there, when it all began. You wouldn’t remember this, of course, and it's very likely that you’d end up back here anyway, but it would allow you to feel it all again.” Gabriel held out a hand. “Just take it.”
He regarded hand proffered hand with some mistrust. “Why would you do that?”
Gabriel smiled. “I dealt those boys a bad hand and they let me go. I owe them. Now I don’t.” He thrust the hand closer to Castiel. “Take it.”
He took it. With the sound of ripping fabric, Castiel was gone, a few feathers floating down to rest on the roof. Gabriel blew on the them and they whisked off on some unseen air current. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Zachariah said.
Gabriel didn’t turn. “You have a lot of nerve, brother,” he growled. “What are you the Angel of again? Because right now it seems like you’re the Angel of the Heart Broken.”
Zachariah took an involuntary step back. “What are you talking about?” he asked bitingly.
“He’s done this six separate times, you stupid bastard!” Gabriel roared, full force Angel and Pagan God in one. “He has always chosen Grace over the Winchesters and always regrets the decision!”
Age lined the planes of Zachariah’s borrowed body. “I am following my orders,” he said quietly.
Gabriel sneered. “You’ve spent too many years in Heaven, my brother. You’ve forgotten how to feel like a human.”
He shook his head. “No,” Zachariah said. “I’ve never felt like a human.”
“Then I am very sad for you,” Gabriel growled, sarcastic and hurt, and petty and all manner of other emotions in between.
“Keep playing your part, Gabriel. And I’ll keep playing mine.” With that, Zachariah was gone, the sound of flapping wings echoing too loudly in the stillness of the air. It wasn’t over. It never would be.
Love is a human emotion.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
Author: Miss 'Drea
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 14,400~
Artist who did your art: freetodream5
Warnings/Kinks: Threesome, body fetish (ears), body fetish (back), wing kink (sort of), massages, coming without being touched, incest (of the Win variety), biting
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta mistyzeo who ventured out of her comfort zone for me. I love you and you're amazing. Also thanks to rayn_firehawk for the outrage on Castiel's behalf, Boyfriend, for reading my gay porn because that's just made of win, blackcathollow for being the first person to want to read this monstrosity and thebunnybag for pointing out my smut inconsistencies.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
*
Epilogue
Castiel pressed one hand to the window of Bobby’s second floor bedroom, crouching on the roof alone in the dark. He had responded to Sam’s call even without meaning to, appearing just outside long enough to listen to their muted sounds of passion. He’d done his duty, he’d kept Dean from saying yes, and kept Sam safe.
Zachariah was none too pleased with him, he had been one of Michael’s biggest advocates, and Destiny was probably just as annoyed. But they were safe now, his Winchester boys, and the end was not quite so near.
He was already thinking of ways to find out how to kill the Devil and how to plant that information for them to find when he felt a presence behind him. He half turned and blinked in shock at the person standing there. “Brother,” he said, confused. “What are you...?”
Gabriel smiled, his lips tilting up in his standard smug smirk. “Castiel,” he said, almost warmly. “Have you been banned from the bedroom?” His smile turned vaguely mocking and Castiel looked away. “You have.” Gabriel seemed surprised and he stepped up to look in the window.
“I was given back my Grace in return for leaving them behind,” Castiel murmured into the cool night air. “I am still, at this point, wondering if I made the right decision.”
Gabriel watched him for a long minute, noticing the hand print on the glass. The brothers would likely never see it, it glowed with Angel power and they weren’t refined enough to see like that. But it was there, and if Castiel was leaking that much...
Touching his tongue to his top lip, Gabriel thought about it for a minute. “You know...” he said, “I could put you back there.”
Castiel turned. “You could what?”
“I could put you back there, when it all began. You wouldn’t remember this, of course, and it's very likely that you’d end up back here anyway, but it would allow you to feel it all again.” Gabriel held out a hand. “Just take it.”
He regarded hand proffered hand with some mistrust. “Why would you do that?”
Gabriel smiled. “I dealt those boys a bad hand and they let me go. I owe them. Now I don’t.” He thrust the hand closer to Castiel. “Take it.”
He took it. With the sound of ripping fabric, Castiel was gone, a few feathers floating down to rest on the roof. Gabriel blew on the them and they whisked off on some unseen air current. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Zachariah said.
Gabriel didn’t turn. “You have a lot of nerve, brother,” he growled. “What are you the Angel of again? Because right now it seems like you’re the Angel of the Heart Broken.”
Zachariah took an involuntary step back. “What are you talking about?” he asked bitingly.
“He’s done this six separate times, you stupid bastard!” Gabriel roared, full force Angel and Pagan God in one. “He has always chosen Grace over the Winchesters and always regrets the decision!”
Age lined the planes of Zachariah’s borrowed body. “I am following my orders,” he said quietly.
Gabriel sneered. “You’ve spent too many years in Heaven, my brother. You’ve forgotten how to feel like a human.”
He shook his head. “No,” Zachariah said. “I’ve never felt like a human.”
“Then I am very sad for you,” Gabriel growled, sarcastic and hurt, and petty and all manner of other emotions in between.
“Keep playing your part, Gabriel. And I’ll keep playing mine.” With that, Zachariah was gone, the sound of flapping wings echoing too loudly in the stillness of the air. It wasn’t over. It never would be.
Love is a human emotion.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |