Last Night - Chapter 5 (of 5): Part 2
Title: Last Night (5/5)
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: NC-17 (Because there's naughtiness and I don't know how much an R rating covers, so better safe than sorry! :-D)
Genre: Songfic, Slash
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash, Dean/Cas slash
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08) so far, but may be for all season 5 in later parts.
Warnings: ummm....karaoke? does that need a warning? some people think it's evil so, yeah, if you're one of them, then run - here there be karaoke!
Word Count: 5102 (this chapter, 14668 total)
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Summary: What would you do if it was your last night on Earth? Dean had an idea - Gabriel decided his idea was better.
Notes: Set sometime between changing channels and season 5 finale, au from changing channels.
'Nother Note: Okay, so, sorry to keep you all waiting, but here it is at last - the final chapter! It's a little bit longer than the previous chapters, and contains my first ever attempt at writing anything that went further than a kiss, so please, be kind! *grins*
Chapter 1 is back here!
This one's Chapter 2 folks!
Chapter 3 is this way!
Here's Chapter 4!
Chapter 5 part 1 here!
Castiel had seen Sam and Gabriel smirking at one another as they made their way offstage earlier, leaving Dean to sing alone. When Gabriel had yelled out the dedication Castiel had had to fight not to throttle his brother. He had given Dean a love song to sing - that in and of itself did not bother Castiel overly. It would make Dean uncomfortable, certainly, but they could all joke about it later (assuming they survived the following day).
That he had shouted that the song be dedicated to Castiel was, in the younger Archangel’s opinion, cruel. Castiel had accepted that Dean would never see him as anything more than a friend; now he just wished he had never mentioned his own feelings to Gabriel (who thought Castiel didn’t know that he had told Sam - like he would really miss the sympathetic looks the younger Winchester had been throwing his way for the last few weeks!).
When he and Dean left the club, Dean’s performance had been running through his head over and over, his brain going a million miles a minute.
Even with the added advantage of his Grace now being a match for Gabriel’s own, there was every chance they would not survive tomorrow. He would do everything in his power to ensure that Dean (and Sam, because without his baby brother, Dean would be broken again, and Castiel did not want that) survived, but if doing so killed him, did he want to die with the regret of not telling Dean what he felt for him?
His mind now made up, he quickly altered course slightly, setting down in the first empty hotel room he found.
Dean’s thanks had been unexpected, but had made his heart swell with delight. He found himself returning Dean’s grin, his recharged Grace having done nothing to dissipate the newfound depth of emotion he had been experiencing. It made him wonder if, perhaps, the reason Angels were essentially emotionless was simply because they had never been shown otherwise, never been allowed to be otherwise.
Certainly, one emotion in particular was as strong as ever within him. It was time to ‘bite the bullet’, as Dean might say.
“I have something I need to tell you Dean, but first I must be clear about something - I have no expectations, I do not tell you this for any reason other than that, should things tomorrow not go well for us, I would wish to die without any regrets...”
“You’re not going to die, Cas!” Dean interrupted, shaking his head adamantly. “I won’t let that happen - no-one else is dying because of me, especially not you!”
At the panic in Dean’s voice, Castiel stepped forward, reaching out to rest his hand on the hunter’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him.
“You cannot know what will happen tomorrow Dean, anymore than I or Sam or Gabriel can. I do not wish to die, but I will if it is necessary - to stop Lucifer, or to save you or your brother.”
Dean pulled his shoulder sharply from Castiel’s grip, turning away slightly.
“No! Dammit Cas, no! Enough people have died for us! Mom, Dad, Ellen, Jo...I don’t want you on that list!”
“I will not stand by and watch you die if I can do something,” Castiel shouted, allowing a small amount of Grace to leak through, lending power to his voice. He watched as Dean glanced back towards him, and then continued speaking, voice softer now.
“I do not wish to argue about this Dean, I will do no less than you yourself would do in my position, and that is an end to it. I only ask that you let me say what I must now, so that if I must leave you, I may at least go in peace.”
He watched for a moment as the hunter struggled with his emotions, and was grateful that he seemed to be restraining the urge to argue further. Finally, Dean let out a small sigh, and nodded slightly.
*~*~*~*~*
This was all sorts of fucked up.
They were going up against the Devil - he hadn’t been expecting rainbows and sunshine, exactly, but the thought of Cas dying? It quite simply hadn’t occurred to him as a possibility before, and now? Now it was on his list of things he never wanted to even contemplate again, let alone have actually happen.
It scared Dean a little, how high up the list it actually was, because the fact that it was tying for first place with the thought of Sam dying? That was serious. When the hell had the Angel - Archangel, he reminded himself again - gotten so close that even the chance of him dying was as painful to Dean as it would be if it were Sam?
At the determination and power in Cas’ voice, Dean turned back to face him, and he found he could not resist the quiet plea. He would do everything in his power - limited though it may be compared to an Archangel’s - to make sure Cas survived the battle, but he would not argue anymore.
He would let Cas have his peace, but he would make damn sure tomorrow that it was unnecessary.
Sighing softly, he nodded his head, dropping his eyes to the floor in defeat.
*~*~*~*~*
“Thank you.”
The words were soft, almost whispered.
Dean’s head shot up as he felt Cas place a hand once again on his shoulder, green eyes snapping up to meet blue as Dean’s skin tingled beneath his shirt where Castiel’s hand lined up with the mark he’d left.
Castiel took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“Dean, I...” he trailed off, suddenly unsure.
Telling him had seemed like a good plan, but now...now that he thought about it, the words felt inadequate. He had no wish to impose his desires upon Dean without knowing how the other man felt, so a physical demonstration of his feelings was out of the question.
Even as he thought this, his other hand was reaching up unconsciously, lightly grazing along Dean’s jaw as he drew a little closer, their faces now mere inches apart. He watched as Dean’s eyes widened slightly, heard him gasp softly.
Dean reached up, gripping Castiel’s sleeves tightly, and the Angel froze, waiting to be pushed backwards, to be reminded about ‘personal space’.
“Cas...” Dean breathed, soft and low, confusion clear in his eyes.
The feeling of Dean’s breath ghosting across his lips was suddenly too much, and Castiel closed the remaining distance between them, bringing his lips to meet Dean’s gently as he cupped his jaw with one hand, and slid the other from his shoulder to the back of the hunter’s neck.
*~*~*~*~*
Dean wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. When Cas had drawn near, all the usual thoughts of personal space fled, the look in the Angel’s eyes pulling on something deep inside Dean. He couldn’t think straight, and as he reached up and grabbed Cas by the arms, he found himself torn - he knew he should be pushing Cas away, so why did every ounce of his being scream at him to do the opposite?
“Cas...” It fell from his lips without conscious thought, and then all thought fled, except for
Cas.
Cas was kissing him.
Cas was kissing him, and he was kissing Cas back. And nothing had ever felt so perfect or so right before.
His arms wound around the Angel’s waist, pulling him closer; suddenly, desperately, wanting more contact than their lips alone allowed.
There was no way on earth he was ever admitting what happened next.
Cas pulled back, breaking off the kiss, and Dean Winchester, hunter of evil things and all around manly man, whimpered at the loss.
He quickly leaned back in, only to be blocked as two of Cas’ fingers pressed gently against his lips.
“Dean, you should know I am in love with you. I have been for quite some time now.”
Dean didn’t even have to pause to think about his response. It was obvious, and he felt stupid for not realising it earlier.
“I love you too, Cas. I just didn’t realise...I hadn’t even considered it, not ‘til...” Realisation dawned. “Cas, I think our brothers are a couple of meddling matchmakers.”
“Yes, I think you may be correct,” Castiel replied with a soft grin, “I had thought that Gabriel was teasing me, when I heard the song he and Sam chose for you to sing. Now I believe that perhaps they saw what was between us more clearly than either of us were able.”
Castiel lowered his hand to Dean’s chest and leaned back in, capturing the hunter’s lips again, all thoughts of Sam and Gabriel banished for now.
Dean deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to Cas’ shoulders and pushing his coat back and off, down his arms. His skin throbbed with loss when the Angel broke contact to allow the coat to slip over his hands and fall to the floor, and he groaned when the contact returned.
He reached for the tie next, and began to loosen it. He pulled back to break the kiss so that he could pull the tie over Castiel’s head, but the Angel chased his lips, wrapping his hand behind Dean’s head to stop him pulling back again.
In the blink of an eye, Dean’s world spun, and he was led on his back topless, being pinned to the bed by an equally topless Archangel. After a few more minutes, the Angel broke the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow to the side of Dean.
“In a rush there, Cas?” Dean smirked, reaching up and running a hand down the smooth pale planes of Cas’ chest.
“I have waited a long time for this, and never thought I could have it - I think I have been patient enough, don’t you?” Cas replied, leaning over Dean and capturing his lips, the softness from earlier absent now, replaced with need and want and more.
Dean ran his hand up Castiel’s back, to his shoulders. As he touched between the Angel’s shoulder blades Cas arched into him, breaking the kiss with a gasp, letting out a whispered ‘Dean’ as he rested his face in the crook of Dean’s neck.
Curious, Dean ran his fingers softly back down the same point, and Cas groaned deeply.
“What is that Cas?”
“My wings...” Cas gasped, as Dean began alternately brushing his fingers and dragging his fingernails over the area. “That’s where my wings would manifest...”
Dean sat up slowly, pulling Cas with him, and then moved back a little, using one hand to raise Cas’ chin.
“Let me see...?”
“You want to see my wings?”
“Can I? I mean, without having my eyes burned out and all?”
“It is possible...I have never tried before - if I tell you to close your eyes, promise me you will not hesitate? I will not risk hurting you.”
“I promise.”
Cas grinned suddenly.
“What’s funny?”
“It’s just - wings are an extension of an Angel’s Grace. I have had so little for so long that to manifest them before tonight would have been impossible. And now I realise that I do not know what they will look like.”
“I’m confused - haven’t you had them forever? How could you not know?”
“My Grace now is changed, stronger, different - it didn’t even occur to me to look when I flew us here earlier, so I do not know what my wings now look like.”
“Guess we’ll find out together then.” Dean said, grinning back at him.
Cas stood up off of the bed and walked to the middle of the room, facing Dean.
“Remember, if I tell you to close your eyes...”
“...I close my eyes,” Dean finished with a nod, “Got it.”
Cas closed his eyes in concentration, and Dean watched as the air appeared to shimmer slightly behind him. The shimmering slowly spread outwards, until it covered an area from one side of the room to the other and only a foot shy of the ceiling - Dean couldn’t help thinking that it was a good thing they were in a nice, spacious hotel room instead of their cramped little motel room.
The area slowly grew darker, and the outline of wings formed. They were huge.
At first glance they appeared to be pure black, but then the feathers twitched slightly, and Dean could see the deepest midnight blue shimmer along the edges.
Dean had thought that Castiel, stood there in his black dress trousers with his hair tousled, face flushed, and lips swollen from kissing, was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Now he realised he was wrong - this is the most incredible, most sexy, most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. It’s funny really - he never thought he’d be the type to have a wing fetish. Then again, it’s not like he ever expected to fall in love with an Angel either, so that sort of makes sense.
He watched as Cas opened his eyes, and smiled. He grinned as Cas looked from side to side in wonder.
“You...are incredible...” Dean rose up on his knees and made his way to the edge of the bed, rising to stand in front of Cas, “...beautiful...” he reached out and placed a hand on Castiel’s chest, then ran the other lightly down the one of the wings, fingers threading lightly between feathers, drawing a startled gasp which quickly turned into a soft whimper from the Archangel, “...amazing...” he continued lightly stroking the feathers, and moved so that his lips were only a hairs breadth away from Cas’ lips, “...and mine,” he finished in a whisper, before leaning in and pressing their lips together.
Castiel’s hands came up, one wrapping around Dean’s waist, the other cupping his chin before sliding around to the back of his head as the kiss deepened. His wings pulled in, folding around them, and Dean gasped as he felt the feathers trail softly against his exposed skin.
Dean’s hand slid from Castiel’s chest, reaching around his waist and up, coming to rest where he had touched before, where he can now feel Cas’ wings joining his back. He threads his other hand through Cas’ feathers again, pressing in close and deepening the kiss as he drags his fingers softly across the exposed skin on his partners back.
The low keening sound Cas makes sends Deans blood rushing southwards, and there’s no more room for thought. Only feeling, and touching, and more, and closer.
Dean tugged Cas towards the bed, only to find himself suddenly on it again, this time lying above the Angel, whose wings were folded behind him with only the outermost feathers still reaching around, caressing Dean’s sides as though they had a mind of their own.
“Cas...” Dean moaned softly, pulling back slightly to kneel between the Archangel’s legs, leaning over and trailing kisses down his chest, combing his fingers down the wings now spread flat on the bed, and listening to the broken whimpers and moans coming from the Angel whose hands grasped at Deans shoulders and hair.
When he reached the waistband of Cas’ trousers, he paused to look up, and felt a jolt run through him at the view before him.
Cas had looked incredible before. Now he looked amazing - his face even more flushed, eyes staring down at Dean darkened with lust and desire. Dean had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Cas right now.
He quickly flicked the button on Cas’ trousers open, pulling the zip down in the same move. Then he was nudging the Angel’s hips up so that he could slide the trousers and boxers down, moving to the side quickly to pull them right off before reaching for the button of his jeans.
He looked up as he popped the button open, and felt a low coil of heat at the expression on Cas’ face as he lay there, head propped up by the pillows, watching him hungrily.
He moved to stand next to the bed and slowly dragged first his jeans then his boxers down his legs, eyes never leaving Cas as the other man’s gaze followed the path of the shedding clothes and then dragged back up Dean’s body, drinking in the sight of him.
“Dean...” he moaned softly, reaching a hand out. Dean quickly climbed back onto the bed, settling back against Cas with a low hiss at the contact.
Their lips met with more desperation than before, their need heightened by the intensity of feeling, and both men groaned at the new friction as hips rocked together, hands grasping blindly at hair and skin and feathers. They moaned and gasped as they lost themselves completely in one another, Cas letting out small whimpers every time Dean’s fingers grazed up against a sensitive spot on his wings.
Dean thrust against Cas as his fingers ghosted over the edge of one of his wing-joints, and Cas groaned and gasped out “Dean!” as he came, arching up into Dean and unknowingly pushing the younger man over the edge, hearing his gasp of “Cas!” as they clung tightly together as the pleasure ran through their bodies.
“Love you Cas,” Dean murmured as he slowly began to drift into sleep.
“And I love you, Dean. Rest now, I will wake you when it is time to leave.”
Dean felt a light kiss on his lips, and pressed his face to Cas’ chest as warm arms and feathers enveloped him. He was asleep in no time, and Castiel waited patiently for Dean to begin dreaming before joining him there - just because Dean’s body required rest, didn’t mean they couldn’t continue to enjoy themselves after all, he thought with a grin.
The next installment: Their Darkest Hour
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: NC-17 (Because there's naughtiness and I don't know how much an R rating covers, so better safe than sorry! :-D)
Genre: Songfic, Slash
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash, Dean/Cas slash
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08) so far, but may be for all season 5 in later parts.
Warnings: ummm....karaoke? does that need a warning? some people think it's evil so, yeah, if you're one of them, then run - here there be karaoke!
Word Count: 5102 (this chapter, 14668 total)
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Summary: What would you do if it was your last night on Earth? Dean had an idea - Gabriel decided his idea was better.
Notes: Set sometime between changing channels and season 5 finale, au from changing channels.
'Nother Note: Okay, so, sorry to keep you all waiting, but here it is at last - the final chapter! It's a little bit longer than the previous chapters, and contains my first ever attempt at writing anything that went further than a kiss, so please, be kind! *grins*
Chapter 1 is back here!
This one's Chapter 2 folks!
Chapter 3 is this way!
Here's Chapter 4!
Chapter 5 part 1 here!
Castiel had seen Sam and Gabriel smirking at one another as they made their way offstage earlier, leaving Dean to sing alone. When Gabriel had yelled out the dedication Castiel had had to fight not to throttle his brother. He had given Dean a love song to sing - that in and of itself did not bother Castiel overly. It would make Dean uncomfortable, certainly, but they could all joke about it later (assuming they survived the following day).
That he had shouted that the song be dedicated to Castiel was, in the younger Archangel’s opinion, cruel. Castiel had accepted that Dean would never see him as anything more than a friend; now he just wished he had never mentioned his own feelings to Gabriel (who thought Castiel didn’t know that he had told Sam - like he would really miss the sympathetic looks the younger Winchester had been throwing his way for the last few weeks!).
When he and Dean left the club, Dean’s performance had been running through his head over and over, his brain going a million miles a minute.
Even with the added advantage of his Grace now being a match for Gabriel’s own, there was every chance they would not survive tomorrow. He would do everything in his power to ensure that Dean (and Sam, because without his baby brother, Dean would be broken again, and Castiel did not want that) survived, but if doing so killed him, did he want to die with the regret of not telling Dean what he felt for him?
His mind now made up, he quickly altered course slightly, setting down in the first empty hotel room he found.
Dean’s thanks had been unexpected, but had made his heart swell with delight. He found himself returning Dean’s grin, his recharged Grace having done nothing to dissipate the newfound depth of emotion he had been experiencing. It made him wonder if, perhaps, the reason Angels were essentially emotionless was simply because they had never been shown otherwise, never been allowed to be otherwise.
Certainly, one emotion in particular was as strong as ever within him. It was time to ‘bite the bullet’, as Dean might say.
“I have something I need to tell you Dean, but first I must be clear about something - I have no expectations, I do not tell you this for any reason other than that, should things tomorrow not go well for us, I would wish to die without any regrets...”
“You’re not going to die, Cas!” Dean interrupted, shaking his head adamantly. “I won’t let that happen - no-one else is dying because of me, especially not you!”
At the panic in Dean’s voice, Castiel stepped forward, reaching out to rest his hand on the hunter’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him.
“You cannot know what will happen tomorrow Dean, anymore than I or Sam or Gabriel can. I do not wish to die, but I will if it is necessary - to stop Lucifer, or to save you or your brother.”
Dean pulled his shoulder sharply from Castiel’s grip, turning away slightly.
“No! Dammit Cas, no! Enough people have died for us! Mom, Dad, Ellen, Jo...I don’t want you on that list!”
“I will not stand by and watch you die if I can do something,” Castiel shouted, allowing a small amount of Grace to leak through, lending power to his voice. He watched as Dean glanced back towards him, and then continued speaking, voice softer now.
“I do not wish to argue about this Dean, I will do no less than you yourself would do in my position, and that is an end to it. I only ask that you let me say what I must now, so that if I must leave you, I may at least go in peace.”
He watched for a moment as the hunter struggled with his emotions, and was grateful that he seemed to be restraining the urge to argue further. Finally, Dean let out a small sigh, and nodded slightly.
*~*~*~*~*
This was all sorts of fucked up.
They were going up against the Devil - he hadn’t been expecting rainbows and sunshine, exactly, but the thought of Cas dying? It quite simply hadn’t occurred to him as a possibility before, and now? Now it was on his list of things he never wanted to even contemplate again, let alone have actually happen.
It scared Dean a little, how high up the list it actually was, because the fact that it was tying for first place with the thought of Sam dying? That was serious. When the hell had the Angel - Archangel, he reminded himself again - gotten so close that even the chance of him dying was as painful to Dean as it would be if it were Sam?
At the determination and power in Cas’ voice, Dean turned back to face him, and he found he could not resist the quiet plea. He would do everything in his power - limited though it may be compared to an Archangel’s - to make sure Cas survived the battle, but he would not argue anymore.
He would let Cas have his peace, but he would make damn sure tomorrow that it was unnecessary.
Sighing softly, he nodded his head, dropping his eyes to the floor in defeat.
*~*~*~*~*
“Thank you.”
The words were soft, almost whispered.
Dean’s head shot up as he felt Cas place a hand once again on his shoulder, green eyes snapping up to meet blue as Dean’s skin tingled beneath his shirt where Castiel’s hand lined up with the mark he’d left.
Castiel took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“Dean, I...” he trailed off, suddenly unsure.
Telling him had seemed like a good plan, but now...now that he thought about it, the words felt inadequate. He had no wish to impose his desires upon Dean without knowing how the other man felt, so a physical demonstration of his feelings was out of the question.
Even as he thought this, his other hand was reaching up unconsciously, lightly grazing along Dean’s jaw as he drew a little closer, their faces now mere inches apart. He watched as Dean’s eyes widened slightly, heard him gasp softly.
Dean reached up, gripping Castiel’s sleeves tightly, and the Angel froze, waiting to be pushed backwards, to be reminded about ‘personal space’.
“Cas...” Dean breathed, soft and low, confusion clear in his eyes.
The feeling of Dean’s breath ghosting across his lips was suddenly too much, and Castiel closed the remaining distance between them, bringing his lips to meet Dean’s gently as he cupped his jaw with one hand, and slid the other from his shoulder to the back of the hunter’s neck.
*~*~*~*~*
Dean wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. When Cas had drawn near, all the usual thoughts of personal space fled, the look in the Angel’s eyes pulling on something deep inside Dean. He couldn’t think straight, and as he reached up and grabbed Cas by the arms, he found himself torn - he knew he should be pushing Cas away, so why did every ounce of his being scream at him to do the opposite?
“Cas...” It fell from his lips without conscious thought, and then all thought fled, except for
Cas.
Cas was kissing him.
Cas was kissing him, and he was kissing Cas back. And nothing had ever felt so perfect or so right before.
His arms wound around the Angel’s waist, pulling him closer; suddenly, desperately, wanting more contact than their lips alone allowed.
There was no way on earth he was ever admitting what happened next.
Cas pulled back, breaking off the kiss, and Dean Winchester, hunter of evil things and all around manly man, whimpered at the loss.
He quickly leaned back in, only to be blocked as two of Cas’ fingers pressed gently against his lips.
“Dean, you should know I am in love with you. I have been for quite some time now.”
Dean didn’t even have to pause to think about his response. It was obvious, and he felt stupid for not realising it earlier.
“I love you too, Cas. I just didn’t realise...I hadn’t even considered it, not ‘til...” Realisation dawned. “Cas, I think our brothers are a couple of meddling matchmakers.”
“Yes, I think you may be correct,” Castiel replied with a soft grin, “I had thought that Gabriel was teasing me, when I heard the song he and Sam chose for you to sing. Now I believe that perhaps they saw what was between us more clearly than either of us were able.”
Castiel lowered his hand to Dean’s chest and leaned back in, capturing the hunter’s lips again, all thoughts of Sam and Gabriel banished for now.
Dean deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to Cas’ shoulders and pushing his coat back and off, down his arms. His skin throbbed with loss when the Angel broke contact to allow the coat to slip over his hands and fall to the floor, and he groaned when the contact returned.
He reached for the tie next, and began to loosen it. He pulled back to break the kiss so that he could pull the tie over Castiel’s head, but the Angel chased his lips, wrapping his hand behind Dean’s head to stop him pulling back again.
In the blink of an eye, Dean’s world spun, and he was led on his back topless, being pinned to the bed by an equally topless Archangel. After a few more minutes, the Angel broke the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow to the side of Dean.
“In a rush there, Cas?” Dean smirked, reaching up and running a hand down the smooth pale planes of Cas’ chest.
“I have waited a long time for this, and never thought I could have it - I think I have been patient enough, don’t you?” Cas replied, leaning over Dean and capturing his lips, the softness from earlier absent now, replaced with need and want and more.
Dean ran his hand up Castiel’s back, to his shoulders. As he touched between the Angel’s shoulder blades Cas arched into him, breaking the kiss with a gasp, letting out a whispered ‘Dean’ as he rested his face in the crook of Dean’s neck.
Curious, Dean ran his fingers softly back down the same point, and Cas groaned deeply.
“What is that Cas?”
“My wings...” Cas gasped, as Dean began alternately brushing his fingers and dragging his fingernails over the area. “That’s where my wings would manifest...”
Dean sat up slowly, pulling Cas with him, and then moved back a little, using one hand to raise Cas’ chin.
“Let me see...?”
“You want to see my wings?”
“Can I? I mean, without having my eyes burned out and all?”
“It is possible...I have never tried before - if I tell you to close your eyes, promise me you will not hesitate? I will not risk hurting you.”
“I promise.”
Cas grinned suddenly.
“What’s funny?”
“It’s just - wings are an extension of an Angel’s Grace. I have had so little for so long that to manifest them before tonight would have been impossible. And now I realise that I do not know what they will look like.”
“I’m confused - haven’t you had them forever? How could you not know?”
“My Grace now is changed, stronger, different - it didn’t even occur to me to look when I flew us here earlier, so I do not know what my wings now look like.”
“Guess we’ll find out together then.” Dean said, grinning back at him.
Cas stood up off of the bed and walked to the middle of the room, facing Dean.
“Remember, if I tell you to close your eyes...”
“...I close my eyes,” Dean finished with a nod, “Got it.”
Cas closed his eyes in concentration, and Dean watched as the air appeared to shimmer slightly behind him. The shimmering slowly spread outwards, until it covered an area from one side of the room to the other and only a foot shy of the ceiling - Dean couldn’t help thinking that it was a good thing they were in a nice, spacious hotel room instead of their cramped little motel room.
The area slowly grew darker, and the outline of wings formed. They were huge.
At first glance they appeared to be pure black, but then the feathers twitched slightly, and Dean could see the deepest midnight blue shimmer along the edges.
Dean had thought that Castiel, stood there in his black dress trousers with his hair tousled, face flushed, and lips swollen from kissing, was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Now he realised he was wrong - this is the most incredible, most sexy, most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. It’s funny really - he never thought he’d be the type to have a wing fetish. Then again, it’s not like he ever expected to fall in love with an Angel either, so that sort of makes sense.
He watched as Cas opened his eyes, and smiled. He grinned as Cas looked from side to side in wonder.
“You...are incredible...” Dean rose up on his knees and made his way to the edge of the bed, rising to stand in front of Cas, “...beautiful...” he reached out and placed a hand on Castiel’s chest, then ran the other lightly down the one of the wings, fingers threading lightly between feathers, drawing a startled gasp which quickly turned into a soft whimper from the Archangel, “...amazing...” he continued lightly stroking the feathers, and moved so that his lips were only a hairs breadth away from Cas’ lips, “...and mine,” he finished in a whisper, before leaning in and pressing their lips together.
Castiel’s hands came up, one wrapping around Dean’s waist, the other cupping his chin before sliding around to the back of his head as the kiss deepened. His wings pulled in, folding around them, and Dean gasped as he felt the feathers trail softly against his exposed skin.
Dean’s hand slid from Castiel’s chest, reaching around his waist and up, coming to rest where he had touched before, where he can now feel Cas’ wings joining his back. He threads his other hand through Cas’ feathers again, pressing in close and deepening the kiss as he drags his fingers softly across the exposed skin on his partners back.
The low keening sound Cas makes sends Deans blood rushing southwards, and there’s no more room for thought. Only feeling, and touching, and more, and closer.
Dean tugged Cas towards the bed, only to find himself suddenly on it again, this time lying above the Angel, whose wings were folded behind him with only the outermost feathers still reaching around, caressing Dean’s sides as though they had a mind of their own.
“Cas...” Dean moaned softly, pulling back slightly to kneel between the Archangel’s legs, leaning over and trailing kisses down his chest, combing his fingers down the wings now spread flat on the bed, and listening to the broken whimpers and moans coming from the Angel whose hands grasped at Deans shoulders and hair.
When he reached the waistband of Cas’ trousers, he paused to look up, and felt a jolt run through him at the view before him.
Cas had looked incredible before. Now he looked amazing - his face even more flushed, eyes staring down at Dean darkened with lust and desire. Dean had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Cas right now.
He quickly flicked the button on Cas’ trousers open, pulling the zip down in the same move. Then he was nudging the Angel’s hips up so that he could slide the trousers and boxers down, moving to the side quickly to pull them right off before reaching for the button of his jeans.
He looked up as he popped the button open, and felt a low coil of heat at the expression on Cas’ face as he lay there, head propped up by the pillows, watching him hungrily.
He moved to stand next to the bed and slowly dragged first his jeans then his boxers down his legs, eyes never leaving Cas as the other man’s gaze followed the path of the shedding clothes and then dragged back up Dean’s body, drinking in the sight of him.
“Dean...” he moaned softly, reaching a hand out. Dean quickly climbed back onto the bed, settling back against Cas with a low hiss at the contact.
Their lips met with more desperation than before, their need heightened by the intensity of feeling, and both men groaned at the new friction as hips rocked together, hands grasping blindly at hair and skin and feathers. They moaned and gasped as they lost themselves completely in one another, Cas letting out small whimpers every time Dean’s fingers grazed up against a sensitive spot on his wings.
Dean thrust against Cas as his fingers ghosted over the edge of one of his wing-joints, and Cas groaned and gasped out “Dean!” as he came, arching up into Dean and unknowingly pushing the younger man over the edge, hearing his gasp of “Cas!” as they clung tightly together as the pleasure ran through their bodies.
“Love you Cas,” Dean murmured as he slowly began to drift into sleep.
“And I love you, Dean. Rest now, I will wake you when it is time to leave.”
Dean felt a light kiss on his lips, and pressed his face to Cas’ chest as warm arms and feathers enveloped him. He was asleep in no time, and Castiel waited patiently for Dean to begin dreaming before joining him there - just because Dean’s body required rest, didn’t mean they couldn’t continue to enjoy themselves after all, he thought with a grin.
The next installment: Their Darkest Hour