Unexpected Destinies Chapter 81
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing
Word Count: 2,319
Summary: Dean's birthday.
PAST
Dean woke to the feel of glorious wet heat on his cock. He moaned wantonly as he tried to buck up as the heat suddenly retreated, only to find that his hips were pinned to the bed making him mewl unthinkingly. The heat vanished entirely before a soft chuckle reached him.
"Good morning, Dean."
The voice was rougher than normal but unmistakable, not that there had been any doubt in Dean's mind. "Hey, Caaaa-"
His words turned into another pleasure soaked moan as his lover swallowed him whole and then swallowed around the head of his cock. Dean didn't know how long Castiel had been sucking him off before he'd woken, but he couldn't imagine that it had been very long and yet he was almost ready to come. If it hadn't felt so amazing he'd have been embarrassed, but his angel's deep throating abilities were unparalleled and always got him off faster than almost anything else. As if sensing the direction his thoughts had gone, Castiel pulled back a bit so that his lover was sucking and tracing the vein of his cock with his tongue instead and he groaned a little in frustration though his fried mind was unable to come up with anything other then letting his angel do what he wanted, knowing it would be spectacular either way. His hands did reach down to bury themselves in the dark hair and what he could reach of one wing.
The latter action drew a moan from Castiel and Dean groaned at the wonderful vibrations that caused. Then he lost track of everything as his lover picked up the pace and left him writing against the sheets, unable to do anything but beg and make embarrassing little noises before he came down his angel's throat. He melted against the bed as he basked in the post orgasmic bliss, his body still pliant from sleep to make him entirely boneless.
"Cas," Dean whispered when his lover pulled off and crawled up the bed.
"Dean."
Despite the urge to just let himself slip back into a blissful slumber, Dean forced his hand to move, reaching down to take care of his lover.
"No, Dean," Castiel said, intercepting his hand and pressing it back into the mattress.
"Cas, what?"
Instead of replying, his angel leaned down and kissed him. Dean tasted himself in Castiel's mouth as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into his lover's mouth. Now it was Castiel who made the approving sounds and he found himself oddly hesitant to turn the kiss truly dirty. There had been something strangely reverent about the way his angel had been treating him and it didn't make him feel uncomfortable for once. Instead he brought his hands up and gently ran them down his lover's sides, teasing the edges of his wings and making his angel moan. He trembled as Castiel pressed down against him, his lover's hard cock brushing his own oversensitive member and causing delicious little sparks to go off behind his eyelids.
"Happy birthday, Dean," Castiel said, smiling.
"Huh? What? It's the twenty-forth already?"
Castiel laughed and shook his head before he leaned down and nipped at his jaw. "Only you."
"What? There's kinda been a lot going on lately."
"Not today, though. Today is for you."
From anyone else, that line would have sounded like a sappy come-on, but coming from his angel, full of genuine emotion, it merely made Dean melt even further. Well that explained the emotion he'd been picking up on and he kissed Castiel again. He could definitely get used to be woken like that. The fact that his lover had not yet come, however, was something he didn't like so much but his hand was once again intercepted when he reached down between them.
"Cas," Dean protested.
"I want to come with you inside me."
The words made Dean groan and his cock twitched but that was all it could do just now. "You really should have thought of that before you sucked me off."
"Perhaps."
With that Castiel reached down between them and Dean realized what he was going to do just before he felt sizzle of Grace along his skin and then he started to harden once more. He keened at the feeling of his over sensitized skin adjusting and wished not for the first time that they could always do this. Problem was they'd never get out of bed and his angel had said it would mean that he'd have to be healed more often as it wasn't the best thing in the world for him. Right now he didn't give a damn about that as he just wanted to bury himself in his lover. He reached up along Castiel's back, seeking out his oil glands, but his wrist was intercepted once again, only this time his hand was urged lower to his angel's ass.
Before Dean could ask, Castiel was kissing him again and instead he felt along his lover's crack, instantly realized what it was his angel wanted him to find when his fingers slipped in oil. Another quick probe revealed that Castiel was already loose and he rolled them over without another thought. His lover's legs instantly parted and he pulled back from the kiss to look at the sight before him. Castiel was sprawled wantonly on the sheets, his utter lack of shame resulting in him freely expressing exactly how much he both liked and wanted this while still somehow managing to have a reverent and intense look on his face.
Dean swallowed thickly at the thought that it was all for him, that expression and everything that went with it. For once the denial didn't rise within him as it usually always did and instead he was able to simply bask in the feeling as he ran gentle
hands over his lover's vessel. His own growing need and the feel of wings pressing against his back, urging him on, sped him up but the reverence stayed even as his fingers found Castiel's oil glands and coaxed enough from them to prepare himself and to tease his angel. Now it was his lover that was writhing on the sheets and he could happily watch that for hours if he didn't know how long Castiel had already held himself off for.
Sliding inside his lover felt like coming home in a way that Dean had never really known before and he lowered himself onto Castiel so that he could kiss his angel once more. His whole world was narrowed down to his lover: skin, lips, heat and feathers. They moved together almost as one, so much so that he couldn't immediately tell where he ended and Castiel began, not that he really cared to figure it out. Eventually though his thrusts started to speed up, encouraged by the way his lover's heels dug into his ass. He lowered one hand between their bodies while the other reached out into the masses of feathers that cocooned them, making his angel come with a shout. The way Castiel clenched around him was all he needed and he followed his lover over the edge.
This time when Dean woke, it was far more slowly, his sated mind only giving up sleep reluctantly as it basked in the complete and utter relaxation of his body. Though he'd grown far more used to not hurting or feeling the effects of a strenuous hunt the following day, he had taken quite a pummeling from a poltergeist three days back and as he hadn't seen any of his angels, he'd toughed it out the human way, not wanting to distract them from anything important. Michael had not been particularly amused with him when he'd finally dropped by but what did they expect, that he called on them for every little hurt he got? Still, it was nice be this boneless and to have it happen more then once in a morning? Now that was his idea of Heaven.
"Mmm, morning, Cas," Dean greeted, realizing that he'd never quite managed to say it before.
"Dean."
When he finally opened his eyes, all that Dean could see at first was darkness and it took his eyes a few moments to adjust enough to realize that Castiel was still cocooning them in his wings. He smiled and turned his head enough to kiss his lover's neck before he moved to stretch. As he shifted, Dean could feel an unpleasant scratch and stretch that he hasn't felt in years. Glancing down he saw that, yes, there was dried semen on both of their torsos and in other places as well.
"Uh, Cas?" Dean questioned.
"Oops," Castiel replied, sounding far from apologetic. "I forgot. I guess we will need to shower now."
It took a moment for that to sink in, but when it did Dean snorted and dropped his head back onto his lover's shoulder. "You forgot, huh?"
"Yes."
"You do know that you don't need anything that elaborate to get me to put out, right Cas? I'm easy as you should well know by now."
Castiel frowned at him. "I do not like it when you say such things about yourself."
"'s not meant like that. It can be, but I just meant that I'm rarely not in the mood for sex."
"Aren't all people?"
Dean laughed. "Hell no! Come on, don't you remember all those times I made a comment and Sam pulled a bitch face or made some comment? And he's still a dude, lots of girls are even more picky when it comes to the right times to have sex."
"Why would they not wish to mate frequently? It is a very pleasurable activity."
"Damn right it is! And I don't know, it's a female thing. Guys are known for wanting sex more."
The lack of understanding was plain on Castiel's face and it made Dean laugh. God but he'd corrupted his angel. While there were certain human things it most definitely bothered him to see his lover doing and others he never wanted to witness, this was certainly not one of them and he was proud that he'd been able to truly show Castiel the joys of sex.
"Now, how about we go get wet?" Dean suggested.
The world shifted around them and Dean yelped at the unexpected flight. The next thing he knew, he was cradled in his lover's arms in the shower, back against the wall.
"Yes, please," Castiel stated just before the water turned on.
/
Dean all but moaned as he finished the last bite of his Heavenly breakfast. He'd already forgotten the foreign name it had, but damn was it good! If the food elsewhere was all as good as Castiel made it appear to be from what he brought back, then he'd seriously have to reconsider his aversion to traveling abroad. Especially now that he could skip the plane journey out entirely.
"That was beyond amazing," Dean said, looking up at his lover.
Castiel merely smiled and Dean lost sight of him for a moment as his eyes slid shut when he took another sip of his Colombian coffee. Real Colombian coffee. Just because he couldn't see his angel anymore didn't mean that Castiel wasn't still looking at him as he could quite literally feel that intense gaze on him just like it had been throughout his breakfast. These days he missed the sensation when his lover wasn't around rather than feeling stifled by it when Castiel was.
"So, what else do you have planned for today?" Dean finally asked.
He leaned back in his chair and basking in how wonderful his body felt, full and sated and with a more than pleasant burn from the shower sex they'd had. Dean would be more than happy to just stay in the motel room all day with his lover, but Castiel had mentioned something earlier about him needing his strength and from the lack of response his innuendo had gotten he knew that it wasn't for another sex marathon, wonderful as that sounded even now.
"We're going on a little trip," Castiel stated with a cryptic smile.
The answer made Dean pout as it didn't really tell him anything but then his angel was on his feet and pulling him up as well.
"Do I need a coat?" Dean asked.
"No, just hold on."
For once Dean did as instructed and blinked when the shifting sensation ceased. It had been longer then normal and more like in the old days, before Castiel had become an archangel. His first thought was that someone clearly hadn't been able to let go of the past as he caught sight of a man with long hair and outdated clothing, but then he realized that everyone he could see was similarly attired. Realization was starting to dawn on him as he spun around but it still wasn't enough to prepare him for the sight of the large stadium behind him. Shock shot through his system and he turned back to look at his lover. It couldn't be, could it?
"Cas?"
Instead of replying, his angel merely held up an envelope and Dean tore it open, finding two tickets inside. "Zeppelin?" he squeaked. "You- time travel?"
"Yes, Dean."
The confirmation of his thoughts left Dean speechless for a moment and that seemed to amuse Castiel greatly but he couldn't find it in himself to care. His lover had just taken him back to one of the most renown Zeppelin concerts ever!
"Look deeper," Castiel instructed, indicating the envelope.
Wordlessly, Dean did so and found something he'd missed in his earlier excitement. Stuck behind the second of the two tickets was a VIP backstage pass. Bailing on words entirely and not caring that they were surrounded by potentially homophobic strangers, he grabbed Castiel's tie and pulled him close for a kiss.
A.N.: Yes, yes, I know, sugar rush here. But don't worry, we'll be getting back to your regularly scheduled angst soon. Promise.
Chapter 82
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing
Word Count: 2,319
Summary: Dean's birthday.
PAST
Dean woke to the feel of glorious wet heat on his cock. He moaned wantonly as he tried to buck up as the heat suddenly retreated, only to find that his hips were pinned to the bed making him mewl unthinkingly. The heat vanished entirely before a soft chuckle reached him.
"Good morning, Dean."
The voice was rougher than normal but unmistakable, not that there had been any doubt in Dean's mind. "Hey, Caaaa-"
His words turned into another pleasure soaked moan as his lover swallowed him whole and then swallowed around the head of his cock. Dean didn't know how long Castiel had been sucking him off before he'd woken, but he couldn't imagine that it had been very long and yet he was almost ready to come. If it hadn't felt so amazing he'd have been embarrassed, but his angel's deep throating abilities were unparalleled and always got him off faster than almost anything else. As if sensing the direction his thoughts had gone, Castiel pulled back a bit so that his lover was sucking and tracing the vein of his cock with his tongue instead and he groaned a little in frustration though his fried mind was unable to come up with anything other then letting his angel do what he wanted, knowing it would be spectacular either way. His hands did reach down to bury themselves in the dark hair and what he could reach of one wing.
The latter action drew a moan from Castiel and Dean groaned at the wonderful vibrations that caused. Then he lost track of everything as his lover picked up the pace and left him writing against the sheets, unable to do anything but beg and make embarrassing little noises before he came down his angel's throat. He melted against the bed as he basked in the post orgasmic bliss, his body still pliant from sleep to make him entirely boneless.
"Cas," Dean whispered when his lover pulled off and crawled up the bed.
"Dean."
Despite the urge to just let himself slip back into a blissful slumber, Dean forced his hand to move, reaching down to take care of his lover.
"No, Dean," Castiel said, intercepting his hand and pressing it back into the mattress.
"Cas, what?"
Instead of replying, his angel leaned down and kissed him. Dean tasted himself in Castiel's mouth as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into his lover's mouth. Now it was Castiel who made the approving sounds and he found himself oddly hesitant to turn the kiss truly dirty. There had been something strangely reverent about the way his angel had been treating him and it didn't make him feel uncomfortable for once. Instead he brought his hands up and gently ran them down his lover's sides, teasing the edges of his wings and making his angel moan. He trembled as Castiel pressed down against him, his lover's hard cock brushing his own oversensitive member and causing delicious little sparks to go off behind his eyelids.
"Happy birthday, Dean," Castiel said, smiling.
"Huh? What? It's the twenty-forth already?"
Castiel laughed and shook his head before he leaned down and nipped at his jaw. "Only you."
"What? There's kinda been a lot going on lately."
"Not today, though. Today is for you."
From anyone else, that line would have sounded like a sappy come-on, but coming from his angel, full of genuine emotion, it merely made Dean melt even further. Well that explained the emotion he'd been picking up on and he kissed Castiel again. He could definitely get used to be woken like that. The fact that his lover had not yet come, however, was something he didn't like so much but his hand was once again intercepted when he reached down between them.
"Cas," Dean protested.
"I want to come with you inside me."
The words made Dean groan and his cock twitched but that was all it could do just now. "You really should have thought of that before you sucked me off."
"Perhaps."
With that Castiel reached down between them and Dean realized what he was going to do just before he felt sizzle of Grace along his skin and then he started to harden once more. He keened at the feeling of his over sensitized skin adjusting and wished not for the first time that they could always do this. Problem was they'd never get out of bed and his angel had said it would mean that he'd have to be healed more often as it wasn't the best thing in the world for him. Right now he didn't give a damn about that as he just wanted to bury himself in his lover. He reached up along Castiel's back, seeking out his oil glands, but his wrist was intercepted once again, only this time his hand was urged lower to his angel's ass.
Before Dean could ask, Castiel was kissing him again and instead he felt along his lover's crack, instantly realized what it was his angel wanted him to find when his fingers slipped in oil. Another quick probe revealed that Castiel was already loose and he rolled them over without another thought. His lover's legs instantly parted and he pulled back from the kiss to look at the sight before him. Castiel was sprawled wantonly on the sheets, his utter lack of shame resulting in him freely expressing exactly how much he both liked and wanted this while still somehow managing to have a reverent and intense look on his face.
Dean swallowed thickly at the thought that it was all for him, that expression and everything that went with it. For once the denial didn't rise within him as it usually always did and instead he was able to simply bask in the feeling as he ran gentle
hands over his lover's vessel. His own growing need and the feel of wings pressing against his back, urging him on, sped him up but the reverence stayed even as his fingers found Castiel's oil glands and coaxed enough from them to prepare himself and to tease his angel. Now it was his lover that was writhing on the sheets and he could happily watch that for hours if he didn't know how long Castiel had already held himself off for.
Sliding inside his lover felt like coming home in a way that Dean had never really known before and he lowered himself onto Castiel so that he could kiss his angel once more. His whole world was narrowed down to his lover: skin, lips, heat and feathers. They moved together almost as one, so much so that he couldn't immediately tell where he ended and Castiel began, not that he really cared to figure it out. Eventually though his thrusts started to speed up, encouraged by the way his lover's heels dug into his ass. He lowered one hand between their bodies while the other reached out into the masses of feathers that cocooned them, making his angel come with a shout. The way Castiel clenched around him was all he needed and he followed his lover over the edge.
This time when Dean woke, it was far more slowly, his sated mind only giving up sleep reluctantly as it basked in the complete and utter relaxation of his body. Though he'd grown far more used to not hurting or feeling the effects of a strenuous hunt the following day, he had taken quite a pummeling from a poltergeist three days back and as he hadn't seen any of his angels, he'd toughed it out the human way, not wanting to distract them from anything important. Michael had not been particularly amused with him when he'd finally dropped by but what did they expect, that he called on them for every little hurt he got? Still, it was nice be this boneless and to have it happen more then once in a morning? Now that was his idea of Heaven.
"Mmm, morning, Cas," Dean greeted, realizing that he'd never quite managed to say it before.
"Dean."
When he finally opened his eyes, all that Dean could see at first was darkness and it took his eyes a few moments to adjust enough to realize that Castiel was still cocooning them in his wings. He smiled and turned his head enough to kiss his lover's neck before he moved to stretch. As he shifted, Dean could feel an unpleasant scratch and stretch that he hasn't felt in years. Glancing down he saw that, yes, there was dried semen on both of their torsos and in other places as well.
"Uh, Cas?" Dean questioned.
"Oops," Castiel replied, sounding far from apologetic. "I forgot. I guess we will need to shower now."
It took a moment for that to sink in, but when it did Dean snorted and dropped his head back onto his lover's shoulder. "You forgot, huh?"
"Yes."
"You do know that you don't need anything that elaborate to get me to put out, right Cas? I'm easy as you should well know by now."
Castiel frowned at him. "I do not like it when you say such things about yourself."
"'s not meant like that. It can be, but I just meant that I'm rarely not in the mood for sex."
"Aren't all people?"
Dean laughed. "Hell no! Come on, don't you remember all those times I made a comment and Sam pulled a bitch face or made some comment? And he's still a dude, lots of girls are even more picky when it comes to the right times to have sex."
"Why would they not wish to mate frequently? It is a very pleasurable activity."
"Damn right it is! And I don't know, it's a female thing. Guys are known for wanting sex more."
The lack of understanding was plain on Castiel's face and it made Dean laugh. God but he'd corrupted his angel. While there were certain human things it most definitely bothered him to see his lover doing and others he never wanted to witness, this was certainly not one of them and he was proud that he'd been able to truly show Castiel the joys of sex.
"Now, how about we go get wet?" Dean suggested.
The world shifted around them and Dean yelped at the unexpected flight. The next thing he knew, he was cradled in his lover's arms in the shower, back against the wall.
"Yes, please," Castiel stated just before the water turned on.
/
Dean all but moaned as he finished the last bite of his Heavenly breakfast. He'd already forgotten the foreign name it had, but damn was it good! If the food elsewhere was all as good as Castiel made it appear to be from what he brought back, then he'd seriously have to reconsider his aversion to traveling abroad. Especially now that he could skip the plane journey out entirely.
"That was beyond amazing," Dean said, looking up at his lover.
Castiel merely smiled and Dean lost sight of him for a moment as his eyes slid shut when he took another sip of his Colombian coffee. Real Colombian coffee. Just because he couldn't see his angel anymore didn't mean that Castiel wasn't still looking at him as he could quite literally feel that intense gaze on him just like it had been throughout his breakfast. These days he missed the sensation when his lover wasn't around rather than feeling stifled by it when Castiel was.
"So, what else do you have planned for today?" Dean finally asked.
He leaned back in his chair and basking in how wonderful his body felt, full and sated and with a more than pleasant burn from the shower sex they'd had. Dean would be more than happy to just stay in the motel room all day with his lover, but Castiel had mentioned something earlier about him needing his strength and from the lack of response his innuendo had gotten he knew that it wasn't for another sex marathon, wonderful as that sounded even now.
"We're going on a little trip," Castiel stated with a cryptic smile.
The answer made Dean pout as it didn't really tell him anything but then his angel was on his feet and pulling him up as well.
"Do I need a coat?" Dean asked.
"No, just hold on."
For once Dean did as instructed and blinked when the shifting sensation ceased. It had been longer then normal and more like in the old days, before Castiel had become an archangel. His first thought was that someone clearly hadn't been able to let go of the past as he caught sight of a man with long hair and outdated clothing, but then he realized that everyone he could see was similarly attired. Realization was starting to dawn on him as he spun around but it still wasn't enough to prepare him for the sight of the large stadium behind him. Shock shot through his system and he turned back to look at his lover. It couldn't be, could it?
"Cas?"
Instead of replying, his angel merely held up an envelope and Dean tore it open, finding two tickets inside. "Zeppelin?" he squeaked. "You- time travel?"
"Yes, Dean."
The confirmation of his thoughts left Dean speechless for a moment and that seemed to amuse Castiel greatly but he couldn't find it in himself to care. His lover had just taken him back to one of the most renown Zeppelin concerts ever!
"Look deeper," Castiel instructed, indicating the envelope.
Wordlessly, Dean did so and found something he'd missed in his earlier excitement. Stuck behind the second of the two tickets was a VIP backstage pass. Bailing on words entirely and not caring that they were surrounded by potentially homophobic strangers, he grabbed Castiel's tie and pulled him close for a kiss.
A.N.: Yes, yes, I know, sugar rush here. But don't worry, we'll be getting back to your regularly scheduled angst soon. Promise.
Chapter 82