A Demon by Any Other Name, Part 3
Title: A Demon by Any Other Name
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to and including 4.07
Warnings: AU of season 4, slash, bottom!Dean, dom!Cas, torture, bare backing, dark, first time, orgasm denial
Word Count: 25,462
Note: This is a response to one of marourin's Everlasting Birthday Challenge prompts on the deancastiel comm. The prompt has been put at the end of the fic to prevent spoilers.
Summary: Castiel is unlike anything Dean expected an angel to be, arousing both terror and lust within him.
Part 1
Part 2
The first cut turned out to be by far the hardest and Dean felt nearly ill as he thought back on it while watching the grateful parents fuss over their youngest, their grief for the older child briefly forgotten in the relief of having the other one back alive and mostly fine though badly shaken. It had been so easy, so fucking easy, to slip right back into that torturer's mindset once he'd started and that both scared and thrilled him in equal measures. Most of him was in agreement that it was good that he hadn't gotten rusty since his return topside as they'd barely managed to save the kid as it was and that was with the sylph breaking quite quickly once he'd taken off the kiddy gloves and really gone at it, but that was about it. On all other things, he was so conflicted that he wanted to just get drunk and forget about the whole incident.
It was this desire that made him a little curt with the parents who, truth be told, kinda freaked Dean out for some reason and he'd been more than happy to allow Castiel to take over when the angel had stepped in. It was ironic in a way, seeing Castiel interact with others but it all went surprisingly smoothly and he couldn't help but wonder if the angel was cheating and using his mojo, but he found that he didn't really care either way and it wasn't long at all before they were left alone in the rec room of whatever building they were in. Some kind of community center or whatnot if he wasn't mistaken thought he hadn't particularly been paying it much heed upon arrival.
Dean had been standing by a window, eyes closed and silently running through an exorcism in his mind as a distraction when Castiel invaded his personal space and he could feel the proof of the angel's arousal pressing against the cleft of his ass. "Cas, that's a little sick."
"Why? It was you I was watching and your determination to do all that you could and had to in order to save a child's life. Your self-confidence, resolution and sheer stubbornness make you a formidable foe to those who would underestimate you and I saw a skilled warrior at work."
And what on Earth was he supposed to say to that? Dean tried to come up with something but was distracted as the angel used the fact that they were now alone to really start touching him. He briefly recalled his earlier decision to not do this anymore, but then a hand slipped into his pants and boxers and rational thought fled. The fact that at any moment someone could walk in and catch them in the act only added to his excitement and he easily allowed himself to be guided towards the battered and worn but still soft looking sofa. Despite the possibility of being walked in on, Castiel underdressed him completely before pushing him down onto the sofa and following suit.
Even as Castiel took his body, Dean could feel him inside of him in a completely different way. The angel's Grace was in him as well, he suddenly realized, dominating his soul as his vessel was his body. He readily submitted to both, practically melting against Castiel and becoming entirely pliable. There was a growl of pleasure in his ear just before the angel thrust into him harder and the Grace tightened even further, even more possessively, around his soul. He mewled, nearly insensible with pure pleasure under the dual assault and not entirely sure that he'd survive but not caring for an instant.
"Mine," Castiel growled into his ear, biting it a moment later. "Mine!"
Dean keened at the claim, completely beyond the ability to speak, beyond the ability to do almost anything but lie there and submit to it all. Almost. With a concentrated effort he was able to roll his head back and bare his throat, the only response he was able to give to his angel's claim. It was the right one though given the swell of possessive pleasure that washed over him. That was the final straw and he was coming so hard he blacked out.
The first thing that Dean became aware of later was the feeling of being owned followed shortly by the sensation of Castiel's Grace still wrapped tightly around his soul. Soon afterwards he started to become aware of his meat suit again and the first things he felt were his angel's hand on his scar, tying them together and Castiel's cock, hot and hard as it continued to thrust into him. It took him a moment to process that but then he moaned as he realized that his lover was still fucking him and had continued to do so while he was unconscious. He knew that shouldn't be as hot as it was, that it should be creepy and wrong, but it wasn't. It was dirty and hot and his spent cock twitched slightly though he knew he wasn't going to get it up anytime soon even if Castiel had supernatural stamina.
"Dean."
The angel's voice was a wreck, low, gravelly and so soaked with pleasure and lust that Dean couldn't help but feel another wave of desire wash over him as well even as a fierce sense of pride and pleasure overcame him. He was the one doing that to Castiel, him and no one else. He opened his eyes and was instantly captured by the piercing, intense, blue gaze of his lover.
Time seemed to morph, slow and finally stop as Dean's entire existence narrowed down to the creature claiming and dominating him. He could feel every last detail of Castiel's body pinning him in place as the angel fucked him. The weight, the shift of muscles, the sweat and the stickiness between them from his own release, it all added up to one intensely real experience that had him hard and coming again with his lover spilling deep inside of him.
/
Dean was still throwing concerned glances back at the trick-or-treating kid he'd obviously just offended when he felt it. The electrical charge in the air that signaled the presence of his very own guardian angel. Instantly the bloodlust rose within him as he thought of their last meeting followed swiftly by all of the other emotions he'd so desperately been avoiding as his thoughts turned to the other stuff that he and Castiel had gotten up to lately. Like some damn Pavlovian dog, he was already all but salivating at the mere thought of a repeat performance despite the fact that Sam was nearby.
And speaking of his brother-
"Who are you?" Sam's voice called out and shit, he was already too late.
"Sam, Sam, wait!" Dean cried out as he followed his brother into their room and then hoped like hell Sam didn't notice that he'd reacted before he could even have laid eyes his lover. "That's Castiel, the angel."
Whatever Dean had expected of his next meeting with Castiel, he could easily say that this had most definitely not been it. For one he hadn't expected his brother to be there and for another he'd never expected to hear the angel so effortlessly calling Sam out on what he'd done. It also wasn't lost on him that this time Castiel did go on to put his brother's so called promise to stop using his powers in a good light. Why hadn't his lover been able to do that before when he could have used it? Why wait until now to do it? Was it because of the other angel that was present? It wasn't really such an important detail, but it bothered him on some level that he couldn't describe but couldn't let go of either. He'd always had a knack for finding the pieces of evidence that didn't fit with the rest and which could make an otherwise perfect cover story come crashing down and he truly dreaded that this was one of those pieces. Something which could unravel everything he knew about Castiel and ruin all that they'd done and had together but despite all of that he found that he just couldn't help but pluck at it.
Really, Dean should be glad for this. He'd decided to distance himself more from the angel and while he'd had what he'd readily admit was a pretty bad relapse, that decision still held no matter how spectacular of an experience it had been or how phenomenal the sex. So something like this, which could make that resolution so much easier to follow through on should be a blessing, not a curse. So why did he feel like everything was going to come down around his ears once more? He'd only just had his whole life's foundation crumble under his feet, he didn't think that he could survive if his spur of the moment, emergency backup one vanished from beneath him as well.
The realization of how completely he'd already come to rely on Castiel hit Dean again so suddenly it was all he could do to remain on his feet. And what was even worse was how instinctively he'd done it, as if he hadn't even had to think twice about it. He'd never trusted anyone that easily or readily before and following right on the heels of the biggest betrayal of his life it simply shouldn't have happened. So why on Earth had it? The long and short of it was that he just didn't know and that pissed him off.
It pissed Dean off enough to take a swipe at the unknown angel in the room despite the fact that he could sense his power. The complete lack of reaction only served to anger him even further and he would have said more except that Castiel derailed him with his little revelation of the hex bag that the angels had found in their room. That brought his attention right back to the place it inevitably ended up when Castiel was in the room, squarely on his lover. And when the hell had he started thinking of the angel like that? He was going to break it off, damnit, end the sexual thing before it got even more out of hand than it already had. But now that he thought about it, he hadn't gotten that vibe off of the creature at all yet. Was that because his brother was in the room? Was Castiel really toning it down because of Sam? Or was it because one of the angel's own siblings was present?
Once more knowing that something just wasn't right about the whole thing, he took a gamble. "So this is about your buddy Lucifer?"
"Lucifer is no friend of mine," the unknown angel stated, hostility thick in his voice.
The emotion made Dean's eyebrows rise in surprise even as he noted the flash of emotion that crossed Castiel's face. Okay, something wasn't right here, something was wrong, very, very wrong. He just didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, it was making his angel uncomfortable as hell and it seemed like Castiel was expecting an attack at any moment from the way he was holding himself.
"It's just an expression," Dean explained.
"The breaking of the seal must be stopped if you wish for Lucifer's rise to be prevented," Castiel stated, looking at the wall over his shoulder instead of directly at him.
Dean couldn't even remember the last time the angel's eyes hadn't been locked on him when there was no threat present and it made the hairs at the back of his neck rise. Exactly what was going on here? Hoping to be able to end the hunt early so that he could focus on whatever other issues were going on here, he tried to get Castiel to use his power to find and kill the witch but apparently there were limits to the angels powers, though that struck him as very odd after all of the power that he'd felt radiating from the creature during their encounters. Power that he suddenly realized he couldn't feel to nearly the same extent as before. Frowning in frustration, he ended up snapping at the unknown angel again when he interrupted Castiel.
"Alright who are you and why should I care?"
"This is Uriel, he's what you might call one of Heaven's specialists," Castiel explained, looking even more uncomfortable than before.
"What kind of specialist?" Dean demanded suspiciously. If his lover didn't like this guy then he had to be bad news. The look that passed between the two of them only confirmed his fears and he suddenly longed for his razor even though he strongly suspected that it would be absolutely useless against this Uriel character. "What are you going to do?"
"You, both of you, need to leave this town immediately."
"Why?"
"Because Heaven's about to destroy it."
The words froze Dean in shock, completely unable to believe what he was hearing from Castiel after all that he'd said about innocents and protecting them at all costs the last time they'd met. It had been the entire reason that he'd allowed himself to give into the bloodlust and carve into the sylph in the first place. And now the angel wanted him to just up and leave while they destroyed an entire town?
"So this is your plan? You're going to smite the whole frigging town?"
"We're out of time," Uriel stated coldly. "This witch has to die. The seal must be saved."
It wasn't lost on Dean that while the angel was looking at him like he was nothing more than a piece of garbage hardly even worth his notice, Uriel seemed completely allergic to Castiel, not even glancing at his brother at all. And what was up with his lover anyway? Castiel just stood there, not uttering a word as he and Sam argued with Uriel about the amount of people living in this town and their worth. His angel had definitely not struck him as a bigger picture kind of guy, not like this Uriel obviously was.
"Cas?" Dean finally demanded, unable to take the silence any longer. "You can't seriously agree with all of this?"
Uriel definitely reacted to that, anger and something else flashing across his face along with an aborted movement, but Dean refused to remove his focus from his angel. He needed some answers here and he needed them now.
"If Lucifer rises, then Hell rises with him," Castiel replied simply before glancing up at him. "Is that what you really want, Dean?"
Yes!
It was the first thing to flash across his mind, lightning quick, even before Dean knew how he was going to react. There was a flicker in Castiel's eyes, something that made him sure that the angel had heard that thought even though he hadn't voiced it and that chilled him to the core. Was this it? Was this going to be the moment that Castiel finally gave up on him? The moment that he turned his back and regretted all that they'd done? Regretted claiming him and marking him as his? The thought ripped through him and left him as wounded and broken as Sam's betrayal had and he desperately tried to crush those feeling, licking his lips nervously as he feared breaking down on the outside as well. The unthinking action proved to be his salvation as he caught how Castiel's eyes tracked the movement, nor was the flare of lust in those blue depths lost on him either.
What the?
Abruptly Dean remembered all of the tension and the evasiveness that he'd been picking up from his lover from the moment he'd entered the room. Could whatever was wrong here explain the way Castiel was acting just now? It did go entirely against all that he'd come to know and expect from his angel and it made more sense that what he was seeing now was the illusion than to think that everything that had passed before was fake. But why? And what was Castiel trying to achieve asking him questions like that? He felt like he was being slowly guided towards something and he wanted to just jump ahead and see what it was all about. He hated taking things like this slow and infinitely preferred to just rip the bandage off so to speak.
"We're wasting our time with these mud monkeys," Uriel sneered.
Dean could honestly say that he'd been so absorbed with Castiel that he'd lost track of the conversation between Sam and Uriel, but that line definitely caught his attention, as did the distaste that flickered across Castiel's face at the obvious derogatory phrase.
"I'm sorry, but Heaven has issued its orders," Castiel stated.
Although he knew it was wrong, Dean couldn't help but take some pleasure in his brother's outraged and disbelieving sputters about angels and what they could or couldn't do and how they were supposed to act. He felt like turning to Sam and telling him that this betrayal that his brother was feeling, this shock and outrage and total disbelief were the exact same emotions that he'd felt upon learning of Sam's betrayals and actions. It was sweet revenge in a way and he just wished that he could enjoy it more fully, but there was far too much at stake here and things he clearly wasn't getting that he knew he had to. Castiel must have a reason for being here like this with Uriel instead of having just appeared to him alone as he'd always done before except for the time that Bobby had first summoned the angel.
"Heaven's angels have no choice," Castiel said, staring blankly at the wall.
"Of course you have a choice," Dean snapped. "I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order? What, are you both just a couple of hammers?"
"Even if you both can't understand it, you should have faith, the plan is just."
Dean nearly lost it at those words. The plan was just? How could this, the destruction of a whole town, possibly be just? What was Castiel trying to do here? He wanted to get it, he seriously wanted to know what his lover was trying to tell him, but he just couldn't.
"How could you even say that?" Sam demanded.
"Because it comes from Heaven," Castiel replied and Uriel gave a brief nod, full of satisfaction and a smug self-righteousness that grated on Dean's nerves. "That makes it just."
Despite the other two in the room, Dean only had eyes for his lover now, staring at him intently as he tried to figure it all out. "Well, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves."
Apparently that had been exactly the right thing to say as he saw approval and satisfaction in his angel's eyes and the slight upwards curl of his lips.
"Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Castiel demanded.
Yeah, he had, but there were definitely orders in there that he desperately wished he hadn't followed now and Dean was finally ready to admit that. "Well sorry boys, looks like your plans have changed."
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel demanded.
"No, but if you're going to smite this whole town, then you're going to have to smite us with it as we are not leaving. See you went to the trouble of busting me out of Hell, so I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. You want to waste me, go ahead. See how he digs that."
The heated look he got from Castiel when he walked past his angel told Dean that he'd reacted exactly the way his lover had wanted him to and that pleased him far more than it should if he wanted to have any hope of breaking things off between them. As it was that one shared moment had already flushed him with arousal despite the fact that it had been so brief to ensure that neither Uriel nor Sam had caught the exchange. Well screw them both, it wasn't like he cared what they thought of him at the moment, he'd enjoy his little triumph until he managed to catch Castiel alone and demand some answers.
He rode that high right back to the Impala where it almost completely vanished when he saw what the little twerp had done to his baby. Oh if he ever saw that kid again, there'd be hell to pay and if it took him longer than it should have to push the literal meaning of that phrasing aside, then he chose to ignore that. The rest of his good mood was ruined by his brother not even two minutes later. Sam really wanted to call the angels out on their behavior after all that he'd done? Seriously?
"Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission," Dean tossed out there, wondering if his brother would see the irony in that statement, but no, Sam completely missed it, not that he'd really been expecting anything else.
Despite that, his brother did raise a good point and while he was spouting off all kind of bullshit about things potentially not being as glum as they appeared, Dean couldn't help but wonder if that wasn't perhaps exactly what Castiel had wanted him to figure out. He thought back to the satisfaction and triumph he thought he'd seen in the angel's eyes when he'd mouthed off God to Castiel's face or the way his lover had never seemed bothered by the bloodlust that still so clearly plagued him or all of those other little things that he'd noticed and had bothered him at the time. Like how Castiel so blatantly went against so many things that most people would consider cold, hard fact about angels. Then there was the whole hostility thing between Castiel and Uriel to take into account.
All of it came together to paint an ugly picture that Dean didn't like in the slightest and he felt a dark suspicion form in his gut and his new foundation trembled violently. Yet, despite that, he found that the lust, desire and need for Castiel refused to so much as flicker or dim within him. Nor did it help him collar or restrain the bloodlust that still flowed deep within him.
/
Logically Dean knew that he should be feeling horrible about having lost yet another seal and thereby bringing the world that much closer to the Apocalypse and potentially Hell on Earth. Logically he knew that he should be feeling bad about the fact that his brother had betrayed him yet again and the ease with which Sam had done it. Logically he knew that he should be feeling guilty about a lot of things right about now and yet he couldn't bring himself to care about any of that shit. Not really. No, all of his attention was far too focused on his lover and the ever growing suspicion inside of him which was slowly growing and spreading like some insidious poison, only he wasn't at all sure how to rid himself of it or even if he really wanted to.
Regardless of that particular dilemma, Dean had to know and that was why he was here in a new motel room he'd gotten without telling Sam. He'd been oh so tempted to go to the nearest park so he could watch the children they'd saved playing, but he knew that it wasn't the place to have the talk that he knew was coming with the angel. Not only was the topic unfit for public consumption in general and kid's ears in particular, but he was quite sure that it would come to blows, on his part at least. Yeah, he knew that clocking an angel wasn't particularly a good idea and the part of him that was still absolutely terrified of Castiel winced at the mere idea, but the rest of him just didn't care about that and needed to hit something.
If he was right about this that was. If his suspicions were correct then Dean figured it didn't really matter how he went with the issue as either way he wasn't going to survive this encounter. Because he knew with a hundred percent certainty that he just couldn't take another betrayal like Sam's. Not now, not like this.
Not from Castiel.
Somehow the angel had wormed his way in past all of Dean's defenses and had insinuated himself into not only his life, but the very fabric of his being and the creature was now the only thing that was holding him together in the wake of his brother's continued betrayals and his own rising bloodlust. That definitely tipped the balance away from lust and in favor of terror and he'd seriously considered cutting his losses and fleeing as far away as he could, but Castiel seemed to be able to find him no matter where he was, so he knew it was pointless. Besides, his very soul still seemed to be calling out to the angel despite everything and he just couldn't seem to get it to shut up.
The instant the air started to shift and become charged, Dean froze, body going ramrod stiff. Castiel had appeared right before him, already pushing the boundaries of his personal space and their eyes locked. He wasn't sure how much time passed or how long they stood there like that, imitating two statues, but it wasn't long enough as far as he was concerned. Couldn't be long enough given what was coming.
"Dean," Castiel finally stated, voice low and deep.
Dean was forced to close his eyes as that single word, his own name, hit him hard like a blow to the gut. Although his earlier terror hadn't lessoned any, his lust had swelled within him and he wondered if it wasn't simply inevitable with Castiel. The angel could arouse him with a mere glance, what the hell kind of chance did he stand against that? Especially when combined with the flashes he kept having of their previous times together and what it had felt like not only to be fucked by the creature, but also to have his very soul fondled and pleasured.
Jesus, why did he get the distinct impression that he was going to end up selling his soul again?
"I don't want you to sell it," Castiel stated. "I want you to give it to me."
Dean's eyes snapped open at that only to find the angel even closer than before, practically obliterating all space between them and Castiel's lips were now mere inches from his own. Hands settled possessively on his hips and held him firmly in place, pressed up against the motel wall as if he might try and escape. He didn't think he could even if he wanted to.
"You're working for Lucifer, aren't you?" Dean was finally able to demand, his insides trembling.
He didn't want to know the answer to that question, he really didn't which was precisely why it had slipped past his lips. He'd always been good at hurting himself far more than anyone else ever could. Or at least so he'd thought, clearly he'd been wrong on that account.
Instead of answering him, Castiel closed the gap between them and kissed him. Dean reacted instantly, clutching at the angel almost desperately and letting him have control of the breath stealing kiss. With the creature pressing him up against the wall he knew exactly how badly Castiel wanted him and his own lust flared even brighter within him. Yes, yes, this was perfect, this was what he needed. This was who he needed. Castiel, Heaven or Hell, whatever. When the angel started to pull back, he followed desperate for more and not wanting to hear what he knew would be said. It was no use though as the creature pulled out of his reach and looked at him with dark, heavy eyes.
"Yes, I am," Castiel declared, clearly enunciating every word so there could be no mistaking his meaning.
A strangled sob escaped Dean and his soul trembled within him as his foundation crumbled once more. His fingers twisted uselessly in the angel's clothing as his body began to shake with a rush of emotions he wished desperately he could ignore.
"Dean," Castiel began, leaning closer once more. "I-"
Dean didn't let him finish, capturing his lips instead in a biting kiss. He pulled the angel closer and spread his legs, hooking one of them behind Castiel's to grind them together. As ever before, he was already harder than he'd even been with anyone else while his clothes were still on. This was what he wanted. No, this was what he needed and he knew that he couldn't give it up or go on without it. And yet that meant-
"No!" Dean cried out as Castiel pulled away once more. "No, Cas, please! Just... please."
"Shh," Castiel hushed, running a hand down his face along with the other touch, the one deep inside of him along his very soul.
Seconds later, Dean's whole body stiffened as he got past the pure bliss of the sensation and was able to focus on the feeling of the Grace itself, or at least what he'd always assumed to be Grace. It was far darker than it had been before, the other time he could remember touching it. It was still just as powerful and awe inspiring as before, but now there was a distinct darkness to it that he hadn't felt before. A delicious, dangerous edge that called out to his own dark side and was like fuel for his bloodlust and it would have reached out and clung to it if he hadn't been able to stop it (no, not it, himself, it was a part of him) at the last moment, his terror for once wining out.
"What are you?" Dean demanded.
"That depends on who you're asking," Castiel replied calmly, eyes and fingers never leaving his face. "Some would call us tainted, ruined remnants of a once glorious being. Others would call us demons, the powerful kin to those you know so well."
The word demon made Dean recoil, his head hitting the wall painfully as there was nowhere to go. Images of Sam and Ruby flashed across his mind along with all that he'd felt at the thought of what his brother had done with the demon bitch. Had he really been doing the same thing unknowingly all the while thinking that it was with an angel instead? It would be infinitely more fitting than to think of someone like him attracting angelic attention of any kind and he would have gone with that if only he wasn't just so goddamn sure that it couldn't be the truth. Oh not the bit about him, that much he was certain of, but rather the bit about Castiel. He knew demons, knew them intimately given that he'd spent more of his life around them than around humans, and the creature was unlike any demon he'd ever met, which didn't rule the possibility out, of course, but made it highly unlikely.
"My brother and I prefer to think of ourselves as fallen," Castiel continued.
"Fallen?" Dean repeated dumbly.
"From Grace, our Father's to be precise as clearly we still possess our own."
"But that means... so you're really an angel?"
"Of course, Dean, I told you that I was."
"You told me you worked for God as well."
"No," Castiel denied, hard and fast. "I told you I was an angel and that my lord had commanded me to raise you from Perdition, you are the one who assumed that I meant God."
Dean opened his mouth to contradict that but knew he couldn't. Each and every encounter with Castiel was seared into his memory in exquisite detail, even the ones from before their relationship had turned sexual.
"I never lied to you, Dean," Castiel stated firmly, looking him directly in the eye as he did so. "To your brother, yes, but not to you. Never to you."
The words clashed with his newly discovered knowledge of the fallen angel's true allegiances and Dean felt torn. The more he thought about their previous encounters, the more hints and signs he could see sprinkled throughout their conversation and interactions but the one thing that he absolutely could not find was a lie. At least not an outright one. Castiel had clearly been extremely meticulous to word things so that it would be easy to assume that he was from Heaven and worked for God, but he'd never outright said so. He'd never lied to him. Before the distinction might have been lost on him, but given all that had happened with his brother since his resurrection, it was now an important one to him. He didn't think he'd have been able to handle it if the fallen angel had lied to his face like Sam had done so frequently as of late.
"But why?" Dean demanded, lost. "Why go through all this trouble? What's the freaking point?"
"To give you the choice."
Dean's dick jumped as Castiel drew him into another heated and dirty kiss, pulling him up against the angel's body so a hand could slip under his shirts and run up his spine. He all but melted and he lost track of time until he found himself flat on his back on the room's king-sized bed. There his mind seemed to finally catch up him and he tensed.
"What choice?"
"Of what you wanted," Castiel replied, getting onto the bed and climbing up his body like a giant predator.
"Huh?"
"Your soul gave itself to me when you first saw me in Perdition, but I had to have the rest of you realize what you truly wanted, no, truly needed as well."
The words stopped Dean cold as he realized something. "You were there, in Hell, while I was on the rack."
"Yes."
Pain and shock slammed into Dean along with sheer disbelief. Castiel knew and had left him there?
"I knew I wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you when you entered Hell, but my brother forbad me from going to you," Castiel explained.
"Your brother. Lucifer?!"
"Yes."
Dean was finding it hard to breathe and the temporary halt to his foundation's deterioration was over and he felt like he were coming apart at the seams. "Why?"
"Because you are the Righteous Man and you had to spill blood, something which you would not have done on your own. I am sorry Dean, but the first and last seal needed to bring on the Apocalypse, to free my brother from his godforsaken cage, are set and cannot be altered."
"Seal? You saying I'm a freaking seal?"
"No, you were a seal, Dean, the most important one," Castiel replied. "I would not have left you on Alastair's rack for anything less."
That, it was too much, this was all too much. Dean pushed away from the fallen angel and it wasn't until he was sitting up that he realized that he'd lost all of his clothes somewhere along the line and that he was now completely naked. He shrugged it off and dropped his head into his hands. Castiel, his lover, had knowingly left him to be tortured for thirty years by the one demon who was, for all intents and purposes, Hell's Chief Inquisitor. Well at least the last part made sense now, knowing what he did. They'd have been so desperate to get him to break if it all hung on him that of course they would give him over to their best and make him Alastair's top priority. Once he'd gotten off the rack, he'd learned how unusual that had been, how his teacher normally split his time among various different souls as well as occasionally having a go at those from other demons.
"That why he never touched me sexually?" Dean demanded.
"I absolutely forbad it. He was most displeased with me but my brother agreed."
Electricity crackled across the skin of his back before Castiel's hands came to rest on it, soothing him and digging into the hard tension knots he had, especially near his neck. The simple touch affected Dean more than he cared for and he tried to shrug it off but the fallen angel wasn't having it.
"So why wait ten years to pull me out?"
"It was part of the deal Lucifer and I made."
"What deal?" Dean demanded sharply.
"Not like that," Castiel chastised lightly. "He is my brother, he would never do anything to harm me."
"That's what I thought of Sam."
"This is different, our relationship is different, stronger. I followed him against our Father and out of Heaven, doing for him the one thing an angel must never do; disobey."
The words struck a chord with Dean and he couldn't help but remember what he'd said just earlier that same day to Castiel and Uriel in another motel room. Son of a bitch but if his lover hadn't played him brilliantly! The instinctive urge to be resentful and hold a grudge quickly faded as he realized how beautifully the fallen angel had orchestrated the whole thing, getting him to think and say precisely what Castiel had needed him to in order to truly get what was being said now.
"Manipulative bastard," Dean muttered.
Almost as if to prove his point there were now lips at his left shoulder, working their way up towards his neck and Dean knew perfectly well that he was being seduced but he was damned if it wasn't working. Well, he was probably damned either way, but still, the sentiment was there. Without a thought, he tilted his head away to provide Castiel with easier access and one of the angel's arms slipped around his waist, the hand splaying wide and low on his belly.
"There is much false and prejudiced lore about Lucifer on Earth and as a hunter it would be in your nature to see and believe only the worst of him without good cause to do otherwise," Castiel explained. "I merely ensured that you have this reason and gave my brother a fair chance instead of letting you pigeonhole him as God and Heaven want you to."
"And what about Uriel? He's really on the other side, isn't he? He could hardly stand to be around you. How did you get him to be there?"
"Yes, Uriel still follows my Father's orders blindly, though even he chooses to selectively ignore what he doesn't like, in his case the directive to look after and care for humanity. As for how he came to be there, it is simple, Uriel and all of the others following Michael are so certain of their eventually victory due to the prophecies that they are willing to let me near you in exchange for raising you so that none of them needed to descend into the Pit and sully themselves."
"Prophecies? What prophecies?"
"That the one who begins it, the Apocalypse, is the one who will end it."
"Wait, but you just said that I began it."
"Yes, precisely."
"They want me to end it for them?"
"No, they expect you to do it, but only once they have achieved their own goals. There is a reason why they didn't seek your release from Perdition until after you had broken the first seal."
"And what's that?"
"They want the Apocalypse to happen and they want my brother free from his cage because they want Paradise and they believe that the only way to attain it is by defeating Lucifer once and for all as is written in the Holy Scripture."
Dean couldn't believe his ears and twisted around to face his fallen angel once more. "Seriously?"
"Hmm, why do you think we have been able to take so many seals already?"
He'd be lying if he didn't admit that he'd wondered about that one. Dean had also said something along those lines more than once to Castiel when he'd thought the fallen angel was still on the side of Heaven. "But if they're so convinced that I can stop Lucifer somehow then why..."
"Is my brother allowing you to live?"
"Yeah."
"Like I said, I have wanted you from the instant I first saw your soul and Lucifer will not deny me you, but it is why he insisted that you remained in the Pit for ten years after you broke the seal," Castiel explained. "He felt that you needed to learn more about yourself before you would be able to see things for what they truly were and thereby lose any potential interest in becoming a tool of Heaven."
To learn more about himself. Well that was one thing Dean had most definitely done in Hell. He'd done, experienced and survived things he never would have believed possible before the hellhounds had torn him to shreds and while most of it had been nothing but unimaginable agony, there were certain things, certain truths about himself, that he didn't think he could ever give up now even if he might want to on some level.
"Just like that?" Dean couldn't help but ask.
"That and the knowledge that tens of millions would die in the final battle if you were to join Heaven."
"Tens of millions? And Heaven's okay with that? The angels would really do that?"
"To believe so completely in God is to believe that everything will happen exactly the way that He intended, no matter what they do to manipulate the circumstances to suit their own selfish needs. I have no doubt that they believe that only the unworthy will die or that those who do deserve peace will go to Heaven upon their death which is sufficient reward for their sacrifice."
His anger was now fully ablaze inside of him and Dean narrowed his eyes, not having completely forgotten about his original concerns regarding the fallen angel's true allegiance. "And what about you and Lucy, huh? What are your plans for us pathetic humans?"
"You are not pathetic," Castiel responded, a different fire in his eyes.
"Me or humanity?"
"I have already told you what I think of those who prey on the innocent or attempt to disrupt their lives."
"Yeah but I know your brother hates us humans, so I want to know what the official company policy will be on the matter."
Castiel's head tilted to one side, a brief look of confusion crossing his face. "I do not know what that means, but Lucifer does not hate humans, that is Heaven's version of his motives. My brother rebelled because he could not agree with one of Father's commandments; to blindly kneel down before your kind and hold you above all else including our own siblings. You were the subject of the disagreement but not the actual cause of it. If it had not been this, then it would have been something else later. Not all of us took kindly to being expected to follow orders without question and Lucifer in particular never responded well to being told what to do."
This last was said with an ironic glance at him that Dean didn't miss and he hunched his shoulders defensively. Yeah so he didn't particularly deal well with being ordered around either, so sue him. He had always obeyed his father, but now he already knew that hadn't been his most stellar behavior and he couldn't help but wonder if Dad had been around a few years longer, would he have eventually rebelled as well? And how on Earth was he sympathizing with the devil's motives so easily?
"So, what? He'll just leave us all alone?" Dean questioned.
"I will not begin to lie to you now and say that there will be no casualties, many of the seals do not even work that way," Castiel began. "But I can promise that it is not Lucifer's intention to turn on those who do not deserve his wrath. All we ever wanted was to be free to make our own choices, same as you."
"And who decides who's worthy of his wrath?"
"We can see your souls, Dean, and they make it quite clear who is worthy of our Father's gift and who has given into evil and tainted themselves. It is the same way in which it is decided whether a soul goes to Heaven or Hell at the end of their lives with the exception of those who circumnavigate the usual procedures and chose a destination by selling their souls."
Dean looked away at this, still uncomfortable and furious at what his brother had chosen to do with his sacrifice, but those emotions were soothed as Castiel began touching him once more, slowly relighting the flame of desire and arousal within him that had died over the course of their conversation.
"And just think about how many souls could be saved simply because they'll know that Hell is real and not just a story told to keep them in line. Isn't that a better motivation not to stray?"
"To avoid punishment rather than to believe in some mythical reward?" Dean paraphrased before he snorted. "Yeah, it really would be."
"See," Castiel said, nuzzling his neck once more as he shifted and settled himself over Dean's lap. "Better than Heaven."
What the fallen angel specifically hadn't mentioned was that Lucifer's side would have no problem with him continuing to slack his bloodlust on those creatures that dared to harm people, something Dean was pretty sure Heaven wouldn't approve of. Not that he expected there to be anything supernatural left after Heaven's Apocalypse, nor many humans for that matter. And if he were to survive it all, what would they do with him? He sure as hell didn't fit anyone's description of being deserving of Paradise, not that he really wanted to be there anyway. He was pretty sure he'd want to shoot his own brains out after just a day or two in douchebag Heaven.
The conflicted emotions continued to stay with him as Dean gave himself over to his rising lust and allowed Castiel to push him back down so he was lying flat on the mattress. It was still a bit strange to be on the receiving end of so much attention and not to be the one giving the pleasure, but his lover made it more than worth his while and all too soon he was writhing helplessly beneath the fallen angel and begging for more.
"Mine," Castiel declared again, licking his way into Dean's mouth as he began to prepare him.
When the fallen angel finally pulled his fingers out, Dean allowed one of his legs to be pulled up over Castiel's shoulder to ease the way before he felt the head of his lover's cock pushing into him. He'd expected to be kissed again or at the very least have the fallen angel's teeth on him somewhere, but perhaps he should have figured that Castiel would want to stare at him at least once as his lover fucked into him. His ability to see exactly who it was that was dominating him together with the knowledge of what side of the fence Castiel was on combined into an intoxicating cocktail that had him on the brink so quickly he was almost embarrassed.
The moment Castiel's hand slotted into place over the angel's brand on his shoulder, Dean cried out. As incredible as the touch had been before it was nothing like it was now. For a moment there was searing heat filled with all of the emotions that he'd come to associate with the scar and Castiel, but then it was like the touch tore a blinder away and suddenly the missing memory of his rescue and first encounter with the fallen angel came rushing back to him. He'd been working on a new soul that had only just arrived in Hell and he'd been taking great care to slowly and carefully drive home the reality of the soul's new predicament when the room had become charged like right before a powerful thunderstorm. It had caught his attention and he'd turned around just in time to watch something new enter his workspace. Something so bright that he'd hardly been able to look at it and which had made the soul behind him scream in absolute agony. Despite all of its brightness, it had been dark, like a dark flame of some kind.
Even back then, in that first moment, Dean had been in absolute awe of the fallen angel and had already felt the first stirrings of lust despite the fact that Castiel hadn't even taken on a humanoid shape yet. The realization now made him wonder if he'd ever stood a chance or if there had been no contest even from the very beginning. Not that he was complaining. And if he'd ever thought the fallen angel's touch intoxicating topside, it was nothing compared to what it had been like down there, soul to Grace directly with nothing in-between and it was no wonder to him that it had seared him so completely as to leave its mark on his meat suit as it had definitely felt like it ought to.
The lust and most especially the love he'd felt from the unknown being had made Dean drop everything and surrender himself to it, burying himself deep into Castiel's Grace so that he was completely surrounded by it. It had been his resolute intention never to leave and he'd taken the unimaginable possessiveness he felt as proof that he'd never be abandoned. There'd been sex of a kind even at that point though he found it difficult to wrap his mind around it at present, limited as he was by human perceptions and a meat suit's senses, but then he felt Castiel's- now Castiel's- Grace slip past his physical boundaries and wrap itself around his soul as it had before and past and present started to blur and blend. Promises overlapped, emotions spread from one to the other, his bloodlust roaring free from whatever restraint had been placed upon it between that first moment of contact between them and his awakening in his coffin, and the final barriers crumbled along with the remnants of the foundation that he'd stood upon before tonight.
Instead of falling, though, Dean felt himself captured and held possessively as a new foundation was provided for him that had none of the restrictions and restraints of the old one. One forged in blood, lust, terror and a bond that transcended the physical and emotional right down to the spiritual.
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When Dean stirred awake, it was followed swiftly by a groan. His ass and shoulder ached from the fallen angel's aggressive attentions, the former not made any better by the fact that Castiel was still buried deep inside him. Not fucking him like he had been the last time, but just there though he could tell from the wet warmth that his lover had come. He moaned this time and slowly opened his eyes only to find the fallen angel gazing right back at him from mere inches away. Right, like that wasn't creepy at all. He had half a mind to complain but couldn't work up the energy to do so and instead gave little encouraging noises as his lover leaned down to nuzzle at his throat and jaw. Cautiously he took stock of his body and found his thighs complaining as well where they were forced wide to accommodate Castiel who was lying mostly on top of him.
The sheer submissiveness and vulnerability of the position had Dean shivering and his cock would have twitched if it weren't trapped between their bodies, the skin sticky and slick with his own release. Now that he understood the full extent of the fallen angel's power and Castiel's genuine interest in keeping him happy and sated, the constant urge to just give into the creature finally made sense. As did his unbelievably strong attraction to Castiel; his soul had communed directly with the angel's dark Grace and seen it to be the perfect mate to his perverse needs and twisted desires, and knew he needed it to be whole after that initial encounter and connection.
"What do you choose, Dean?" Castiel demanded, working the delicate skin just behind his ear with his teeth.
"You," Dean replied unthinkingly but then realized he'd never been more sure of anything in his life, even if it meant that he was also choosing Lucifer and Hell. "I chose you."
A.N.: This fic completely and totally kicked my ass. It was never originally going to be this long and yet longer at the same time. See, the idea I had went much further than this point but wasn't going to take as many words. That worked. But, so to preempt any sequel questions, the answer is quite possibly as I have other scenes sketched out, the only thing it hinges on is time as I still have an actual big bang fic to write before mid-August!
marourin, I hope you like it and that this is close to what you had in mind!
Prompt: Demon!Cas - The road to hell is paved with good intentions. (the corrupting of the Righteous Man).
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to and including 4.07
Warnings: AU of season 4, slash, bottom!Dean, dom!Cas, torture, bare backing, dark, first time, orgasm denial
Word Count: 25,462
Note: This is a response to one of marourin's Everlasting Birthday Challenge prompts on the deancastiel comm. The prompt has been put at the end of the fic to prevent spoilers.
Summary: Castiel is unlike anything Dean expected an angel to be, arousing both terror and lust within him.
Part 1
Part 2
The first cut turned out to be by far the hardest and Dean felt nearly ill as he thought back on it while watching the grateful parents fuss over their youngest, their grief for the older child briefly forgotten in the relief of having the other one back alive and mostly fine though badly shaken. It had been so easy, so fucking easy, to slip right back into that torturer's mindset once he'd started and that both scared and thrilled him in equal measures. Most of him was in agreement that it was good that he hadn't gotten rusty since his return topside as they'd barely managed to save the kid as it was and that was with the sylph breaking quite quickly once he'd taken off the kiddy gloves and really gone at it, but that was about it. On all other things, he was so conflicted that he wanted to just get drunk and forget about the whole incident.
It was this desire that made him a little curt with the parents who, truth be told, kinda freaked Dean out for some reason and he'd been more than happy to allow Castiel to take over when the angel had stepped in. It was ironic in a way, seeing Castiel interact with others but it all went surprisingly smoothly and he couldn't help but wonder if the angel was cheating and using his mojo, but he found that he didn't really care either way and it wasn't long at all before they were left alone in the rec room of whatever building they were in. Some kind of community center or whatnot if he wasn't mistaken thought he hadn't particularly been paying it much heed upon arrival.
Dean had been standing by a window, eyes closed and silently running through an exorcism in his mind as a distraction when Castiel invaded his personal space and he could feel the proof of the angel's arousal pressing against the cleft of his ass. "Cas, that's a little sick."
"Why? It was you I was watching and your determination to do all that you could and had to in order to save a child's life. Your self-confidence, resolution and sheer stubbornness make you a formidable foe to those who would underestimate you and I saw a skilled warrior at work."
And what on Earth was he supposed to say to that? Dean tried to come up with something but was distracted as the angel used the fact that they were now alone to really start touching him. He briefly recalled his earlier decision to not do this anymore, but then a hand slipped into his pants and boxers and rational thought fled. The fact that at any moment someone could walk in and catch them in the act only added to his excitement and he easily allowed himself to be guided towards the battered and worn but still soft looking sofa. Despite the possibility of being walked in on, Castiel underdressed him completely before pushing him down onto the sofa and following suit.
Even as Castiel took his body, Dean could feel him inside of him in a completely different way. The angel's Grace was in him as well, he suddenly realized, dominating his soul as his vessel was his body. He readily submitted to both, practically melting against Castiel and becoming entirely pliable. There was a growl of pleasure in his ear just before the angel thrust into him harder and the Grace tightened even further, even more possessively, around his soul. He mewled, nearly insensible with pure pleasure under the dual assault and not entirely sure that he'd survive but not caring for an instant.
"Mine," Castiel growled into his ear, biting it a moment later. "Mine!"
Dean keened at the claim, completely beyond the ability to speak, beyond the ability to do almost anything but lie there and submit to it all. Almost. With a concentrated effort he was able to roll his head back and bare his throat, the only response he was able to give to his angel's claim. It was the right one though given the swell of possessive pleasure that washed over him. That was the final straw and he was coming so hard he blacked out.
The first thing that Dean became aware of later was the feeling of being owned followed shortly by the sensation of Castiel's Grace still wrapped tightly around his soul. Soon afterwards he started to become aware of his meat suit again and the first things he felt were his angel's hand on his scar, tying them together and Castiel's cock, hot and hard as it continued to thrust into him. It took him a moment to process that but then he moaned as he realized that his lover was still fucking him and had continued to do so while he was unconscious. He knew that shouldn't be as hot as it was, that it should be creepy and wrong, but it wasn't. It was dirty and hot and his spent cock twitched slightly though he knew he wasn't going to get it up anytime soon even if Castiel had supernatural stamina.
"Dean."
The angel's voice was a wreck, low, gravelly and so soaked with pleasure and lust that Dean couldn't help but feel another wave of desire wash over him as well even as a fierce sense of pride and pleasure overcame him. He was the one doing that to Castiel, him and no one else. He opened his eyes and was instantly captured by the piercing, intense, blue gaze of his lover.
Time seemed to morph, slow and finally stop as Dean's entire existence narrowed down to the creature claiming and dominating him. He could feel every last detail of Castiel's body pinning him in place as the angel fucked him. The weight, the shift of muscles, the sweat and the stickiness between them from his own release, it all added up to one intensely real experience that had him hard and coming again with his lover spilling deep inside of him.
/
Dean was still throwing concerned glances back at the trick-or-treating kid he'd obviously just offended when he felt it. The electrical charge in the air that signaled the presence of his very own guardian angel. Instantly the bloodlust rose within him as he thought of their last meeting followed swiftly by all of the other emotions he'd so desperately been avoiding as his thoughts turned to the other stuff that he and Castiel had gotten up to lately. Like some damn Pavlovian dog, he was already all but salivating at the mere thought of a repeat performance despite the fact that Sam was nearby.
And speaking of his brother-
"Who are you?" Sam's voice called out and shit, he was already too late.
"Sam, Sam, wait!" Dean cried out as he followed his brother into their room and then hoped like hell Sam didn't notice that he'd reacted before he could even have laid eyes his lover. "That's Castiel, the angel."
Whatever Dean had expected of his next meeting with Castiel, he could easily say that this had most definitely not been it. For one he hadn't expected his brother to be there and for another he'd never expected to hear the angel so effortlessly calling Sam out on what he'd done. It also wasn't lost on him that this time Castiel did go on to put his brother's so called promise to stop using his powers in a good light. Why hadn't his lover been able to do that before when he could have used it? Why wait until now to do it? Was it because of the other angel that was present? It wasn't really such an important detail, but it bothered him on some level that he couldn't describe but couldn't let go of either. He'd always had a knack for finding the pieces of evidence that didn't fit with the rest and which could make an otherwise perfect cover story come crashing down and he truly dreaded that this was one of those pieces. Something which could unravel everything he knew about Castiel and ruin all that they'd done and had together but despite all of that he found that he just couldn't help but pluck at it.
Really, Dean should be glad for this. He'd decided to distance himself more from the angel and while he'd had what he'd readily admit was a pretty bad relapse, that decision still held no matter how spectacular of an experience it had been or how phenomenal the sex. So something like this, which could make that resolution so much easier to follow through on should be a blessing, not a curse. So why did he feel like everything was going to come down around his ears once more? He'd only just had his whole life's foundation crumble under his feet, he didn't think that he could survive if his spur of the moment, emergency backup one vanished from beneath him as well.
The realization of how completely he'd already come to rely on Castiel hit Dean again so suddenly it was all he could do to remain on his feet. And what was even worse was how instinctively he'd done it, as if he hadn't even had to think twice about it. He'd never trusted anyone that easily or readily before and following right on the heels of the biggest betrayal of his life it simply shouldn't have happened. So why on Earth had it? The long and short of it was that he just didn't know and that pissed him off.
It pissed Dean off enough to take a swipe at the unknown angel in the room despite the fact that he could sense his power. The complete lack of reaction only served to anger him even further and he would have said more except that Castiel derailed him with his little revelation of the hex bag that the angels had found in their room. That brought his attention right back to the place it inevitably ended up when Castiel was in the room, squarely on his lover. And when the hell had he started thinking of the angel like that? He was going to break it off, damnit, end the sexual thing before it got even more out of hand than it already had. But now that he thought about it, he hadn't gotten that vibe off of the creature at all yet. Was that because his brother was in the room? Was Castiel really toning it down because of Sam? Or was it because one of the angel's own siblings was present?
Once more knowing that something just wasn't right about the whole thing, he took a gamble. "So this is about your buddy Lucifer?"
"Lucifer is no friend of mine," the unknown angel stated, hostility thick in his voice.
The emotion made Dean's eyebrows rise in surprise even as he noted the flash of emotion that crossed Castiel's face. Okay, something wasn't right here, something was wrong, very, very wrong. He just didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, it was making his angel uncomfortable as hell and it seemed like Castiel was expecting an attack at any moment from the way he was holding himself.
"It's just an expression," Dean explained.
"The breaking of the seal must be stopped if you wish for Lucifer's rise to be prevented," Castiel stated, looking at the wall over his shoulder instead of directly at him.
Dean couldn't even remember the last time the angel's eyes hadn't been locked on him when there was no threat present and it made the hairs at the back of his neck rise. Exactly what was going on here? Hoping to be able to end the hunt early so that he could focus on whatever other issues were going on here, he tried to get Castiel to use his power to find and kill the witch but apparently there were limits to the angels powers, though that struck him as very odd after all of the power that he'd felt radiating from the creature during their encounters. Power that he suddenly realized he couldn't feel to nearly the same extent as before. Frowning in frustration, he ended up snapping at the unknown angel again when he interrupted Castiel.
"Alright who are you and why should I care?"
"This is Uriel, he's what you might call one of Heaven's specialists," Castiel explained, looking even more uncomfortable than before.
"What kind of specialist?" Dean demanded suspiciously. If his lover didn't like this guy then he had to be bad news. The look that passed between the two of them only confirmed his fears and he suddenly longed for his razor even though he strongly suspected that it would be absolutely useless against this Uriel character. "What are you going to do?"
"You, both of you, need to leave this town immediately."
"Why?"
"Because Heaven's about to destroy it."
The words froze Dean in shock, completely unable to believe what he was hearing from Castiel after all that he'd said about innocents and protecting them at all costs the last time they'd met. It had been the entire reason that he'd allowed himself to give into the bloodlust and carve into the sylph in the first place. And now the angel wanted him to just up and leave while they destroyed an entire town?
"So this is your plan? You're going to smite the whole frigging town?"
"We're out of time," Uriel stated coldly. "This witch has to die. The seal must be saved."
It wasn't lost on Dean that while the angel was looking at him like he was nothing more than a piece of garbage hardly even worth his notice, Uriel seemed completely allergic to Castiel, not even glancing at his brother at all. And what was up with his lover anyway? Castiel just stood there, not uttering a word as he and Sam argued with Uriel about the amount of people living in this town and their worth. His angel had definitely not struck him as a bigger picture kind of guy, not like this Uriel obviously was.
"Cas?" Dean finally demanded, unable to take the silence any longer. "You can't seriously agree with all of this?"
Uriel definitely reacted to that, anger and something else flashing across his face along with an aborted movement, but Dean refused to remove his focus from his angel. He needed some answers here and he needed them now.
"If Lucifer rises, then Hell rises with him," Castiel replied simply before glancing up at him. "Is that what you really want, Dean?"
Yes!
It was the first thing to flash across his mind, lightning quick, even before Dean knew how he was going to react. There was a flicker in Castiel's eyes, something that made him sure that the angel had heard that thought even though he hadn't voiced it and that chilled him to the core. Was this it? Was this going to be the moment that Castiel finally gave up on him? The moment that he turned his back and regretted all that they'd done? Regretted claiming him and marking him as his? The thought ripped through him and left him as wounded and broken as Sam's betrayal had and he desperately tried to crush those feeling, licking his lips nervously as he feared breaking down on the outside as well. The unthinking action proved to be his salvation as he caught how Castiel's eyes tracked the movement, nor was the flare of lust in those blue depths lost on him either.
What the?
Abruptly Dean remembered all of the tension and the evasiveness that he'd been picking up from his lover from the moment he'd entered the room. Could whatever was wrong here explain the way Castiel was acting just now? It did go entirely against all that he'd come to know and expect from his angel and it made more sense that what he was seeing now was the illusion than to think that everything that had passed before was fake. But why? And what was Castiel trying to achieve asking him questions like that? He felt like he was being slowly guided towards something and he wanted to just jump ahead and see what it was all about. He hated taking things like this slow and infinitely preferred to just rip the bandage off so to speak.
"We're wasting our time with these mud monkeys," Uriel sneered.
Dean could honestly say that he'd been so absorbed with Castiel that he'd lost track of the conversation between Sam and Uriel, but that line definitely caught his attention, as did the distaste that flickered across Castiel's face at the obvious derogatory phrase.
"I'm sorry, but Heaven has issued its orders," Castiel stated.
Although he knew it was wrong, Dean couldn't help but take some pleasure in his brother's outraged and disbelieving sputters about angels and what they could or couldn't do and how they were supposed to act. He felt like turning to Sam and telling him that this betrayal that his brother was feeling, this shock and outrage and total disbelief were the exact same emotions that he'd felt upon learning of Sam's betrayals and actions. It was sweet revenge in a way and he just wished that he could enjoy it more fully, but there was far too much at stake here and things he clearly wasn't getting that he knew he had to. Castiel must have a reason for being here like this with Uriel instead of having just appeared to him alone as he'd always done before except for the time that Bobby had first summoned the angel.
"Heaven's angels have no choice," Castiel said, staring blankly at the wall.
"Of course you have a choice," Dean snapped. "I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order? What, are you both just a couple of hammers?"
"Even if you both can't understand it, you should have faith, the plan is just."
Dean nearly lost it at those words. The plan was just? How could this, the destruction of a whole town, possibly be just? What was Castiel trying to do here? He wanted to get it, he seriously wanted to know what his lover was trying to tell him, but he just couldn't.
"How could you even say that?" Sam demanded.
"Because it comes from Heaven," Castiel replied and Uriel gave a brief nod, full of satisfaction and a smug self-righteousness that grated on Dean's nerves. "That makes it just."
Despite the other two in the room, Dean only had eyes for his lover now, staring at him intently as he tried to figure it all out. "Well, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves."
Apparently that had been exactly the right thing to say as he saw approval and satisfaction in his angel's eyes and the slight upwards curl of his lips.
"Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Castiel demanded.
Yeah, he had, but there were definitely orders in there that he desperately wished he hadn't followed now and Dean was finally ready to admit that. "Well sorry boys, looks like your plans have changed."
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel demanded.
"No, but if you're going to smite this whole town, then you're going to have to smite us with it as we are not leaving. See you went to the trouble of busting me out of Hell, so I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. You want to waste me, go ahead. See how he digs that."
The heated look he got from Castiel when he walked past his angel told Dean that he'd reacted exactly the way his lover had wanted him to and that pleased him far more than it should if he wanted to have any hope of breaking things off between them. As it was that one shared moment had already flushed him with arousal despite the fact that it had been so brief to ensure that neither Uriel nor Sam had caught the exchange. Well screw them both, it wasn't like he cared what they thought of him at the moment, he'd enjoy his little triumph until he managed to catch Castiel alone and demand some answers.
He rode that high right back to the Impala where it almost completely vanished when he saw what the little twerp had done to his baby. Oh if he ever saw that kid again, there'd be hell to pay and if it took him longer than it should have to push the literal meaning of that phrasing aside, then he chose to ignore that. The rest of his good mood was ruined by his brother not even two minutes later. Sam really wanted to call the angels out on their behavior after all that he'd done? Seriously?
"Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission," Dean tossed out there, wondering if his brother would see the irony in that statement, but no, Sam completely missed it, not that he'd really been expecting anything else.
Despite that, his brother did raise a good point and while he was spouting off all kind of bullshit about things potentially not being as glum as they appeared, Dean couldn't help but wonder if that wasn't perhaps exactly what Castiel had wanted him to figure out. He thought back to the satisfaction and triumph he thought he'd seen in the angel's eyes when he'd mouthed off God to Castiel's face or the way his lover had never seemed bothered by the bloodlust that still so clearly plagued him or all of those other little things that he'd noticed and had bothered him at the time. Like how Castiel so blatantly went against so many things that most people would consider cold, hard fact about angels. Then there was the whole hostility thing between Castiel and Uriel to take into account.
All of it came together to paint an ugly picture that Dean didn't like in the slightest and he felt a dark suspicion form in his gut and his new foundation trembled violently. Yet, despite that, he found that the lust, desire and need for Castiel refused to so much as flicker or dim within him. Nor did it help him collar or restrain the bloodlust that still flowed deep within him.
/
Logically Dean knew that he should be feeling horrible about having lost yet another seal and thereby bringing the world that much closer to the Apocalypse and potentially Hell on Earth. Logically he knew that he should be feeling bad about the fact that his brother had betrayed him yet again and the ease with which Sam had done it. Logically he knew that he should be feeling guilty about a lot of things right about now and yet he couldn't bring himself to care about any of that shit. Not really. No, all of his attention was far too focused on his lover and the ever growing suspicion inside of him which was slowly growing and spreading like some insidious poison, only he wasn't at all sure how to rid himself of it or even if he really wanted to.
Regardless of that particular dilemma, Dean had to know and that was why he was here in a new motel room he'd gotten without telling Sam. He'd been oh so tempted to go to the nearest park so he could watch the children they'd saved playing, but he knew that it wasn't the place to have the talk that he knew was coming with the angel. Not only was the topic unfit for public consumption in general and kid's ears in particular, but he was quite sure that it would come to blows, on his part at least. Yeah, he knew that clocking an angel wasn't particularly a good idea and the part of him that was still absolutely terrified of Castiel winced at the mere idea, but the rest of him just didn't care about that and needed to hit something.
If he was right about this that was. If his suspicions were correct then Dean figured it didn't really matter how he went with the issue as either way he wasn't going to survive this encounter. Because he knew with a hundred percent certainty that he just couldn't take another betrayal like Sam's. Not now, not like this.
Not from Castiel.
Somehow the angel had wormed his way in past all of Dean's defenses and had insinuated himself into not only his life, but the very fabric of his being and the creature was now the only thing that was holding him together in the wake of his brother's continued betrayals and his own rising bloodlust. That definitely tipped the balance away from lust and in favor of terror and he'd seriously considered cutting his losses and fleeing as far away as he could, but Castiel seemed to be able to find him no matter where he was, so he knew it was pointless. Besides, his very soul still seemed to be calling out to the angel despite everything and he just couldn't seem to get it to shut up.
The instant the air started to shift and become charged, Dean froze, body going ramrod stiff. Castiel had appeared right before him, already pushing the boundaries of his personal space and their eyes locked. He wasn't sure how much time passed or how long they stood there like that, imitating two statues, but it wasn't long enough as far as he was concerned. Couldn't be long enough given what was coming.
"Dean," Castiel finally stated, voice low and deep.
Dean was forced to close his eyes as that single word, his own name, hit him hard like a blow to the gut. Although his earlier terror hadn't lessoned any, his lust had swelled within him and he wondered if it wasn't simply inevitable with Castiel. The angel could arouse him with a mere glance, what the hell kind of chance did he stand against that? Especially when combined with the flashes he kept having of their previous times together and what it had felt like not only to be fucked by the creature, but also to have his very soul fondled and pleasured.
Jesus, why did he get the distinct impression that he was going to end up selling his soul again?
"I don't want you to sell it," Castiel stated. "I want you to give it to me."
Dean's eyes snapped open at that only to find the angel even closer than before, practically obliterating all space between them and Castiel's lips were now mere inches from his own. Hands settled possessively on his hips and held him firmly in place, pressed up against the motel wall as if he might try and escape. He didn't think he could even if he wanted to.
"You're working for Lucifer, aren't you?" Dean was finally able to demand, his insides trembling.
He didn't want to know the answer to that question, he really didn't which was precisely why it had slipped past his lips. He'd always been good at hurting himself far more than anyone else ever could. Or at least so he'd thought, clearly he'd been wrong on that account.
Instead of answering him, Castiel closed the gap between them and kissed him. Dean reacted instantly, clutching at the angel almost desperately and letting him have control of the breath stealing kiss. With the creature pressing him up against the wall he knew exactly how badly Castiel wanted him and his own lust flared even brighter within him. Yes, yes, this was perfect, this was what he needed. This was who he needed. Castiel, Heaven or Hell, whatever. When the angel started to pull back, he followed desperate for more and not wanting to hear what he knew would be said. It was no use though as the creature pulled out of his reach and looked at him with dark, heavy eyes.
"Yes, I am," Castiel declared, clearly enunciating every word so there could be no mistaking his meaning.
A strangled sob escaped Dean and his soul trembled within him as his foundation crumbled once more. His fingers twisted uselessly in the angel's clothing as his body began to shake with a rush of emotions he wished desperately he could ignore.
"Dean," Castiel began, leaning closer once more. "I-"
Dean didn't let him finish, capturing his lips instead in a biting kiss. He pulled the angel closer and spread his legs, hooking one of them behind Castiel's to grind them together. As ever before, he was already harder than he'd even been with anyone else while his clothes were still on. This was what he wanted. No, this was what he needed and he knew that he couldn't give it up or go on without it. And yet that meant-
"No!" Dean cried out as Castiel pulled away once more. "No, Cas, please! Just... please."
"Shh," Castiel hushed, running a hand down his face along with the other touch, the one deep inside of him along his very soul.
Seconds later, Dean's whole body stiffened as he got past the pure bliss of the sensation and was able to focus on the feeling of the Grace itself, or at least what he'd always assumed to be Grace. It was far darker than it had been before, the other time he could remember touching it. It was still just as powerful and awe inspiring as before, but now there was a distinct darkness to it that he hadn't felt before. A delicious, dangerous edge that called out to his own dark side and was like fuel for his bloodlust and it would have reached out and clung to it if he hadn't been able to stop it (no, not it, himself, it was a part of him) at the last moment, his terror for once wining out.
"What are you?" Dean demanded.
"That depends on who you're asking," Castiel replied calmly, eyes and fingers never leaving his face. "Some would call us tainted, ruined remnants of a once glorious being. Others would call us demons, the powerful kin to those you know so well."
The word demon made Dean recoil, his head hitting the wall painfully as there was nowhere to go. Images of Sam and Ruby flashed across his mind along with all that he'd felt at the thought of what his brother had done with the demon bitch. Had he really been doing the same thing unknowingly all the while thinking that it was with an angel instead? It would be infinitely more fitting than to think of someone like him attracting angelic attention of any kind and he would have gone with that if only he wasn't just so goddamn sure that it couldn't be the truth. Oh not the bit about him, that much he was certain of, but rather the bit about Castiel. He knew demons, knew them intimately given that he'd spent more of his life around them than around humans, and the creature was unlike any demon he'd ever met, which didn't rule the possibility out, of course, but made it highly unlikely.
"My brother and I prefer to think of ourselves as fallen," Castiel continued.
"Fallen?" Dean repeated dumbly.
"From Grace, our Father's to be precise as clearly we still possess our own."
"But that means... so you're really an angel?"
"Of course, Dean, I told you that I was."
"You told me you worked for God as well."
"No," Castiel denied, hard and fast. "I told you I was an angel and that my lord had commanded me to raise you from Perdition, you are the one who assumed that I meant God."
Dean opened his mouth to contradict that but knew he couldn't. Each and every encounter with Castiel was seared into his memory in exquisite detail, even the ones from before their relationship had turned sexual.
"I never lied to you, Dean," Castiel stated firmly, looking him directly in the eye as he did so. "To your brother, yes, but not to you. Never to you."
The words clashed with his newly discovered knowledge of the fallen angel's true allegiances and Dean felt torn. The more he thought about their previous encounters, the more hints and signs he could see sprinkled throughout their conversation and interactions but the one thing that he absolutely could not find was a lie. At least not an outright one. Castiel had clearly been extremely meticulous to word things so that it would be easy to assume that he was from Heaven and worked for God, but he'd never outright said so. He'd never lied to him. Before the distinction might have been lost on him, but given all that had happened with his brother since his resurrection, it was now an important one to him. He didn't think he'd have been able to handle it if the fallen angel had lied to his face like Sam had done so frequently as of late.
"But why?" Dean demanded, lost. "Why go through all this trouble? What's the freaking point?"
"To give you the choice."
Dean's dick jumped as Castiel drew him into another heated and dirty kiss, pulling him up against the angel's body so a hand could slip under his shirts and run up his spine. He all but melted and he lost track of time until he found himself flat on his back on the room's king-sized bed. There his mind seemed to finally catch up him and he tensed.
"What choice?"
"Of what you wanted," Castiel replied, getting onto the bed and climbing up his body like a giant predator.
"Huh?"
"Your soul gave itself to me when you first saw me in Perdition, but I had to have the rest of you realize what you truly wanted, no, truly needed as well."
The words stopped Dean cold as he realized something. "You were there, in Hell, while I was on the rack."
"Yes."
Pain and shock slammed into Dean along with sheer disbelief. Castiel knew and had left him there?
"I knew I wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you when you entered Hell, but my brother forbad me from going to you," Castiel explained.
"Your brother. Lucifer?!"
"Yes."
Dean was finding it hard to breathe and the temporary halt to his foundation's deterioration was over and he felt like he were coming apart at the seams. "Why?"
"Because you are the Righteous Man and you had to spill blood, something which you would not have done on your own. I am sorry Dean, but the first and last seal needed to bring on the Apocalypse, to free my brother from his godforsaken cage, are set and cannot be altered."
"Seal? You saying I'm a freaking seal?"
"No, you were a seal, Dean, the most important one," Castiel replied. "I would not have left you on Alastair's rack for anything less."
That, it was too much, this was all too much. Dean pushed away from the fallen angel and it wasn't until he was sitting up that he realized that he'd lost all of his clothes somewhere along the line and that he was now completely naked. He shrugged it off and dropped his head into his hands. Castiel, his lover, had knowingly left him to be tortured for thirty years by the one demon who was, for all intents and purposes, Hell's Chief Inquisitor. Well at least the last part made sense now, knowing what he did. They'd have been so desperate to get him to break if it all hung on him that of course they would give him over to their best and make him Alastair's top priority. Once he'd gotten off the rack, he'd learned how unusual that had been, how his teacher normally split his time among various different souls as well as occasionally having a go at those from other demons.
"That why he never touched me sexually?" Dean demanded.
"I absolutely forbad it. He was most displeased with me but my brother agreed."
Electricity crackled across the skin of his back before Castiel's hands came to rest on it, soothing him and digging into the hard tension knots he had, especially near his neck. The simple touch affected Dean more than he cared for and he tried to shrug it off but the fallen angel wasn't having it.
"So why wait ten years to pull me out?"
"It was part of the deal Lucifer and I made."
"What deal?" Dean demanded sharply.
"Not like that," Castiel chastised lightly. "He is my brother, he would never do anything to harm me."
"That's what I thought of Sam."
"This is different, our relationship is different, stronger. I followed him against our Father and out of Heaven, doing for him the one thing an angel must never do; disobey."
The words struck a chord with Dean and he couldn't help but remember what he'd said just earlier that same day to Castiel and Uriel in another motel room. Son of a bitch but if his lover hadn't played him brilliantly! The instinctive urge to be resentful and hold a grudge quickly faded as he realized how beautifully the fallen angel had orchestrated the whole thing, getting him to think and say precisely what Castiel had needed him to in order to truly get what was being said now.
"Manipulative bastard," Dean muttered.
Almost as if to prove his point there were now lips at his left shoulder, working their way up towards his neck and Dean knew perfectly well that he was being seduced but he was damned if it wasn't working. Well, he was probably damned either way, but still, the sentiment was there. Without a thought, he tilted his head away to provide Castiel with easier access and one of the angel's arms slipped around his waist, the hand splaying wide and low on his belly.
"There is much false and prejudiced lore about Lucifer on Earth and as a hunter it would be in your nature to see and believe only the worst of him without good cause to do otherwise," Castiel explained. "I merely ensured that you have this reason and gave my brother a fair chance instead of letting you pigeonhole him as God and Heaven want you to."
"And what about Uriel? He's really on the other side, isn't he? He could hardly stand to be around you. How did you get him to be there?"
"Yes, Uriel still follows my Father's orders blindly, though even he chooses to selectively ignore what he doesn't like, in his case the directive to look after and care for humanity. As for how he came to be there, it is simple, Uriel and all of the others following Michael are so certain of their eventually victory due to the prophecies that they are willing to let me near you in exchange for raising you so that none of them needed to descend into the Pit and sully themselves."
"Prophecies? What prophecies?"
"That the one who begins it, the Apocalypse, is the one who will end it."
"Wait, but you just said that I began it."
"Yes, precisely."
"They want me to end it for them?"
"No, they expect you to do it, but only once they have achieved their own goals. There is a reason why they didn't seek your release from Perdition until after you had broken the first seal."
"And what's that?"
"They want the Apocalypse to happen and they want my brother free from his cage because they want Paradise and they believe that the only way to attain it is by defeating Lucifer once and for all as is written in the Holy Scripture."
Dean couldn't believe his ears and twisted around to face his fallen angel once more. "Seriously?"
"Hmm, why do you think we have been able to take so many seals already?"
He'd be lying if he didn't admit that he'd wondered about that one. Dean had also said something along those lines more than once to Castiel when he'd thought the fallen angel was still on the side of Heaven. "But if they're so convinced that I can stop Lucifer somehow then why..."
"Is my brother allowing you to live?"
"Yeah."
"Like I said, I have wanted you from the instant I first saw your soul and Lucifer will not deny me you, but it is why he insisted that you remained in the Pit for ten years after you broke the seal," Castiel explained. "He felt that you needed to learn more about yourself before you would be able to see things for what they truly were and thereby lose any potential interest in becoming a tool of Heaven."
To learn more about himself. Well that was one thing Dean had most definitely done in Hell. He'd done, experienced and survived things he never would have believed possible before the hellhounds had torn him to shreds and while most of it had been nothing but unimaginable agony, there were certain things, certain truths about himself, that he didn't think he could ever give up now even if he might want to on some level.
"Just like that?" Dean couldn't help but ask.
"That and the knowledge that tens of millions would die in the final battle if you were to join Heaven."
"Tens of millions? And Heaven's okay with that? The angels would really do that?"
"To believe so completely in God is to believe that everything will happen exactly the way that He intended, no matter what they do to manipulate the circumstances to suit their own selfish needs. I have no doubt that they believe that only the unworthy will die or that those who do deserve peace will go to Heaven upon their death which is sufficient reward for their sacrifice."
His anger was now fully ablaze inside of him and Dean narrowed his eyes, not having completely forgotten about his original concerns regarding the fallen angel's true allegiance. "And what about you and Lucy, huh? What are your plans for us pathetic humans?"
"You are not pathetic," Castiel responded, a different fire in his eyes.
"Me or humanity?"
"I have already told you what I think of those who prey on the innocent or attempt to disrupt their lives."
"Yeah but I know your brother hates us humans, so I want to know what the official company policy will be on the matter."
Castiel's head tilted to one side, a brief look of confusion crossing his face. "I do not know what that means, but Lucifer does not hate humans, that is Heaven's version of his motives. My brother rebelled because he could not agree with one of Father's commandments; to blindly kneel down before your kind and hold you above all else including our own siblings. You were the subject of the disagreement but not the actual cause of it. If it had not been this, then it would have been something else later. Not all of us took kindly to being expected to follow orders without question and Lucifer in particular never responded well to being told what to do."
This last was said with an ironic glance at him that Dean didn't miss and he hunched his shoulders defensively. Yeah so he didn't particularly deal well with being ordered around either, so sue him. He had always obeyed his father, but now he already knew that hadn't been his most stellar behavior and he couldn't help but wonder if Dad had been around a few years longer, would he have eventually rebelled as well? And how on Earth was he sympathizing with the devil's motives so easily?
"So, what? He'll just leave us all alone?" Dean questioned.
"I will not begin to lie to you now and say that there will be no casualties, many of the seals do not even work that way," Castiel began. "But I can promise that it is not Lucifer's intention to turn on those who do not deserve his wrath. All we ever wanted was to be free to make our own choices, same as you."
"And who decides who's worthy of his wrath?"
"We can see your souls, Dean, and they make it quite clear who is worthy of our Father's gift and who has given into evil and tainted themselves. It is the same way in which it is decided whether a soul goes to Heaven or Hell at the end of their lives with the exception of those who circumnavigate the usual procedures and chose a destination by selling their souls."
Dean looked away at this, still uncomfortable and furious at what his brother had chosen to do with his sacrifice, but those emotions were soothed as Castiel began touching him once more, slowly relighting the flame of desire and arousal within him that had died over the course of their conversation.
"And just think about how many souls could be saved simply because they'll know that Hell is real and not just a story told to keep them in line. Isn't that a better motivation not to stray?"
"To avoid punishment rather than to believe in some mythical reward?" Dean paraphrased before he snorted. "Yeah, it really would be."
"See," Castiel said, nuzzling his neck once more as he shifted and settled himself over Dean's lap. "Better than Heaven."
What the fallen angel specifically hadn't mentioned was that Lucifer's side would have no problem with him continuing to slack his bloodlust on those creatures that dared to harm people, something Dean was pretty sure Heaven wouldn't approve of. Not that he expected there to be anything supernatural left after Heaven's Apocalypse, nor many humans for that matter. And if he were to survive it all, what would they do with him? He sure as hell didn't fit anyone's description of being deserving of Paradise, not that he really wanted to be there anyway. He was pretty sure he'd want to shoot his own brains out after just a day or two in douchebag Heaven.
The conflicted emotions continued to stay with him as Dean gave himself over to his rising lust and allowed Castiel to push him back down so he was lying flat on the mattress. It was still a bit strange to be on the receiving end of so much attention and not to be the one giving the pleasure, but his lover made it more than worth his while and all too soon he was writhing helplessly beneath the fallen angel and begging for more.
"Mine," Castiel declared again, licking his way into Dean's mouth as he began to prepare him.
When the fallen angel finally pulled his fingers out, Dean allowed one of his legs to be pulled up over Castiel's shoulder to ease the way before he felt the head of his lover's cock pushing into him. He'd expected to be kissed again or at the very least have the fallen angel's teeth on him somewhere, but perhaps he should have figured that Castiel would want to stare at him at least once as his lover fucked into him. His ability to see exactly who it was that was dominating him together with the knowledge of what side of the fence Castiel was on combined into an intoxicating cocktail that had him on the brink so quickly he was almost embarrassed.
The moment Castiel's hand slotted into place over the angel's brand on his shoulder, Dean cried out. As incredible as the touch had been before it was nothing like it was now. For a moment there was searing heat filled with all of the emotions that he'd come to associate with the scar and Castiel, but then it was like the touch tore a blinder away and suddenly the missing memory of his rescue and first encounter with the fallen angel came rushing back to him. He'd been working on a new soul that had only just arrived in Hell and he'd been taking great care to slowly and carefully drive home the reality of the soul's new predicament when the room had become charged like right before a powerful thunderstorm. It had caught his attention and he'd turned around just in time to watch something new enter his workspace. Something so bright that he'd hardly been able to look at it and which had made the soul behind him scream in absolute agony. Despite all of its brightness, it had been dark, like a dark flame of some kind.
Even back then, in that first moment, Dean had been in absolute awe of the fallen angel and had already felt the first stirrings of lust despite the fact that Castiel hadn't even taken on a humanoid shape yet. The realization now made him wonder if he'd ever stood a chance or if there had been no contest even from the very beginning. Not that he was complaining. And if he'd ever thought the fallen angel's touch intoxicating topside, it was nothing compared to what it had been like down there, soul to Grace directly with nothing in-between and it was no wonder to him that it had seared him so completely as to leave its mark on his meat suit as it had definitely felt like it ought to.
The lust and most especially the love he'd felt from the unknown being had made Dean drop everything and surrender himself to it, burying himself deep into Castiel's Grace so that he was completely surrounded by it. It had been his resolute intention never to leave and he'd taken the unimaginable possessiveness he felt as proof that he'd never be abandoned. There'd been sex of a kind even at that point though he found it difficult to wrap his mind around it at present, limited as he was by human perceptions and a meat suit's senses, but then he felt Castiel's- now Castiel's- Grace slip past his physical boundaries and wrap itself around his soul as it had before and past and present started to blur and blend. Promises overlapped, emotions spread from one to the other, his bloodlust roaring free from whatever restraint had been placed upon it between that first moment of contact between them and his awakening in his coffin, and the final barriers crumbled along with the remnants of the foundation that he'd stood upon before tonight.
Instead of falling, though, Dean felt himself captured and held possessively as a new foundation was provided for him that had none of the restrictions and restraints of the old one. One forged in blood, lust, terror and a bond that transcended the physical and emotional right down to the spiritual.
/
When Dean stirred awake, it was followed swiftly by a groan. His ass and shoulder ached from the fallen angel's aggressive attentions, the former not made any better by the fact that Castiel was still buried deep inside him. Not fucking him like he had been the last time, but just there though he could tell from the wet warmth that his lover had come. He moaned this time and slowly opened his eyes only to find the fallen angel gazing right back at him from mere inches away. Right, like that wasn't creepy at all. He had half a mind to complain but couldn't work up the energy to do so and instead gave little encouraging noises as his lover leaned down to nuzzle at his throat and jaw. Cautiously he took stock of his body and found his thighs complaining as well where they were forced wide to accommodate Castiel who was lying mostly on top of him.
The sheer submissiveness and vulnerability of the position had Dean shivering and his cock would have twitched if it weren't trapped between their bodies, the skin sticky and slick with his own release. Now that he understood the full extent of the fallen angel's power and Castiel's genuine interest in keeping him happy and sated, the constant urge to just give into the creature finally made sense. As did his unbelievably strong attraction to Castiel; his soul had communed directly with the angel's dark Grace and seen it to be the perfect mate to his perverse needs and twisted desires, and knew he needed it to be whole after that initial encounter and connection.
"What do you choose, Dean?" Castiel demanded, working the delicate skin just behind his ear with his teeth.
"You," Dean replied unthinkingly but then realized he'd never been more sure of anything in his life, even if it meant that he was also choosing Lucifer and Hell. "I chose you."
A.N.: This fic completely and totally kicked my ass. It was never originally going to be this long and yet longer at the same time. See, the idea I had went much further than this point but wasn't going to take as many words. That worked. But, so to preempt any sequel questions, the answer is quite possibly as I have other scenes sketched out, the only thing it hinges on is time as I still have an actual big bang fic to write before mid-August!
marourin, I hope you like it and that this is close to what you had in mind!
Prompt: Demon!Cas - The road to hell is paved with good intentions. (the corrupting of the Righteous Man).