Unexpected Destinies Chapter 143
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, oral
Word Count: 3,333
Summary: Australia and Raphael's human.
PAST
The moment that they arrived, Dean ducked behind his baby and pulled out the Jewel of Abel. He heard Simiel's scream of rage and frustration as he pulled it on, followed by human screams and bangs and crashes of various sorts. Of those the screams worried him the most and he wished that he knew more about the situation than merely that someone had prayed for help to Raphael and that Simiel was here. Not that it wasn't enough for him to agree to coming, but he just liked to know a little more about what it was that they were walking- flying, whatever!- in on ahead of time.
A quick peak over the hood of the Impala showed Simiel to be across the large hall they were in, flinging anything and everything she could at both Michael and the people huddled off to one side, desperately seeking shelter behind some over turned tables and chairs. Raphael was a bit closer to him, tearing away at a host of demons who stupidly thought that they could overwhelm the archangel through sheer numbers alone. Dean couldn't immediately spot his husband though he could feel him close by. The next instant Castiel appeared among the terrified people, grabbed as many of them as he could reach and flew off with them.
The screams of horror and terror that came from the remaining people told Dean where he could be of the most use. Not that he couldn't, and wouldn't, help his two new bond brothers in the process of getting there. Opening the backdoor of the Impala, he reached into his baby and grabbed the fully loaded water gun that he'd left there knowing that there was absolutely no way that he could get into any kind of legal trouble for possessing or displaying it. With a deep breath to brace himself, he rose up and fired the Jewel of Abel in Simiel's general direction knowing that it mattered less whether or not he hit her than that he distracted her long enough for Michael to get close. Besides, given the angle he was at, his friend was in the way and he didn't have a whole lot of practice at using the Jewel of Abel and didn't want to risk hitting his new brother by accident.
Dean then ran around the Impala in the opposite direction and fired a continuous burst of Holy water at the demons as he made his way to the trapped people. Some of them were still screaming or whimpering and as he slid behind the tables, they turned to him in fear. One brave soul stood up, holding out a knife.
"Whoa, whoa, it's okay," Dean said, raising his hands. "I'm just here to help you, that's all."
"How do we know that you're not just another of those... those black eyed... things?" the man with the knife demanded.
"Demons, they're demons and I'm not one of them, I'm here with the others who're fighting them. Just look for yourselves."
Some of them took a glance back and saw Raphael and Michael engaged in their battles and one of them sucked in a deep breath.
"They've... they've got wings, just like her!"
That instantly drew Dean's attention and he realized that it had to be her. She had to be the one that Raphael had heard so he focused his attention on her.
"That's because they're angels. You prayed to Raphael for help and he heard you so here we are. Now please just let us help you."
"Raphael," she whispered, eyes snapping back to him. "How do you know about that? I- Raphael?"
Even before her eyes had shifted to a spot over his shoulder and she'd spoken, Dean had sensed the arrival of his lo- husband. It freaked him out on some level how easily he was already accepting and incorporating what was essentially a new 'sense' but right now it was particularly useful as he knew he no longer had to watch his back until Castiel flew off again.
"No, I am Castiel, one of Raphael's younger brothers," Castiel replied. "Come with me."
"You've been kidnapping people, why should we trust you?" the man with the knife demanded, shifting his grip on the blade.
"I have been taking them to safety and your small weapon will not hurt me."
"I'll come," the girl said, stepping forwards.
"Kelly," another man began.
"It's okay, Reverend, he really is an angel, I can see his wings."
"You said that the other one had wings as well," knife man stated.
"Yes, but they know of my prayers and are fighting her and the demons."
Between that and another incoming furniture missile, most people seemed convinced and a lot of them now crowded around Castiel and Dean was worried for a moment that his husband wouldn't be able to cope but it was a groundless fear and they vanished in a flutter of wings.
"You're not an angel," the reverend stated, looking at him.
Dean laughed. "Not even close."
"So why are you here with them?"
"Because I'm a hunter and I hunt demons and other supernatural creatures for a living," Dean replied.
Part of him protested the idea of telling any civilian so much of the truth but Dean had long since accepted that with this renewed Apocalypse it would be extremely hard to keep things quiet. Besides, as a reverend this man was someone other victims of the supernatural would turn to so it wasn't a bad thing for him to know more about what was really out there..
"There are more things out there?" the reverend asked, aghast.
"Yep. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists, you name it, it's probably out there somewhere."
"Dean!"
Raphael's cry had Dean turning around and he caught sight of the woman creeping towards them. Given the archangel's warning he figured it probably wasn't a human anymore so he gave it a face full of Holy water. The resulting shriek confirmed his suspicions and he continued to spray it until it gave up and fled.
"Holy Mother of God," the reverend was muttering when Dean dragged the female host behind their makeshift cover. "That's Wendy McIntyre!"
"Demons can take almost anyone unless they're protected," Dean explained. "Check her for a pulse, would you?"
The order clearly caught the reverend off-guard but the man did as requested and Dean felt something ease within himself when the reverend muttered a quiet thanks to God. He bit his own tongue and turned his attention towards Michael to see how his friend was doing. He was somewhat surprised that Simiel hadn't fled yet but she seemed pissed and rather than facing her elder brother head on, she was trying to fight him from afar, flinging things at him with her Grace and only allowing the occasional clashing of their swords when they got close enough to do so.
The man with the knife had calmed enough by the time Castiel had returned for his angel to fly the rest of them out of there. The only reason that Dean allowed himself to be taken along was because he knew that Raphael would be able to smite all of the demons at once if there were no humans left around and he wasn't sure if he could now handle seeing all angels' true forms or just that of his husband and he'd really hate to find out it was just Castiel's the hard way.
The moment that they landed, his husband was kneeling beside Wendy McIntyre, examining her.
"Will she be okay?" Dean asked.
"Yes, there appears to be no physical damage and I do not believe that she was possessed for very long," Castiel replied.
"Then why hasn't she woken up yet?" the reverend inquired.
"She appears to have withdrawn deep into her mind in an effort to protect herself. Give her a little time to come back."
"I say we take care of her now!"
The statement was made by the man with the knife, which he was brandishing about wildly again and Dean knew that if he didn't take it away from him soon, someone would get hurt.
"Ryan, that is enough," the reverend stated. "You heard the man, almost anyone can be taken."
"Yeah and what would he know about it? He isn't an angel or even a holy man. He's-"
"Chosen," Castiel declared with a finality to his voice that Dean didn't often hear. "Dean Winchester is the Righteous Man and he is correct, it was not Wendy McIntyre's fault that she was possessed."
"Cas!" Dean complained wordlessly. "Will you cut it out with the Righteous Man crap all the time?"
"It is true."
"Yeah, but they don't all need to know that."
"They do not treat you with the proper respect otherwise."
Okay, that there threw Dean for a loop. He'd never realized that his husband paid attention to things like that though he really should have he now realized. Of course Castiel would notice how others saw him and what they thought of him and, his angel being who he was, Castiel felt the need for everyone to see him as his husband did. It was kinda sweet, not that he cared about things like that.
Not at all.
Ah shit.
He just wouldn't tell anyone.
"Your secret is safe with me, Beloved," Castiel replied, clearly amused.
"Bite me, Cas."
"Mm, maybe later."
Damnit, why had he taught his angel about the dubious pleasures of being a tease or extended foreplay?
"But you said that there was something that we could do to protect ourselves?" the reverend asked, looking at him.
"Yeah, there are hex bags you can make and wear or, if you're a little more serious about it, then there are tattoos like this which you can get," Dean replied, pulling his shirt collar down.
The expression on the reverend's face was well worth the possibility of ruining his shirt for Dean. The man looked so torn, clearly not at all a fan of tattoos, but just as clearly wanting the additional protection they afforded.
"They work better?"
"Well you can't lose them and they can't be torn off of you. The only thing that can break them is for the skin to be broken."
"I would advise on getting the tattoo," Castiel stated.
Dean tried not to laugh at that, knowing that almost guaranteed that the reverend would get one. After all, if an angel told him to get it, then how was a holy man to refuse?
Kelly's sudden sharp indrawn breath made Dean glance behind him to see that both Michael and Raphael had arrived. From the grim look on his older friend's face he knew that Simiel had gotten away again, not that he was all that surprised. There was no way that she'd have stuck around for as long as she had if she hadn't had an escape route in mind.
"Hey, Raph," Dean called out without thinking, but then the sounds of shock behind him reminded him of his audience. "-ael. There's someone who'd like to meet you over here."
"No!" Kelly squeaked, literally squeaked and Dean glanced back at her in surprise. "No, no! That's perfectly okay. I don't need to meet him. I mean I'm sure that he's got far more important things to do then meet little old me!"
Dean frowned, sure he was detecting fear in her voice and posture and not all sure why. Surely if she'd taken the time to pray to Raphael then that meant that the archangel meant something to her.
"Yes, Dean?" Raphael asked, suddenly right behind him.
All of a sudden there was a hushed and reverent silence all around them and it angered Dean a little that they reacted like that to Raphael but not to Castiel.
"And you can't understand that I want them to treat you with the respect you deserve. How is this any different?" Castiel inquired softly into his mind.
Dean stuck out his mental tongue, sure that he could transmit the sentiment if he tried. The amused affection he got back proved that he was right even if it hadn't achieved the desired results.
"Just in case you wanted to put a face with her voice, this is Kelly, the one who's been praying to you," Dean said.
"Kelly, it is nice to finally meet you," Raphael stated, though he didn't move from where he stood.
The line was so unlike what he'd expected the archangel to say that it took Dean a moment to recognize it from a movie his friend had once caught him watching once and questioned him about.
"Uh, hi," Kelly squeaked once more. "Look, I'm really, really, really sorry about some of the stuff that I said. I didn't think it was getting through to anyone, honest!"
"What did you say?" Castiel inquired.
"Uh."
"She sounded remarkably like Dean at times," Raphael explained, completely blind to Kelly's discomfort.
"Ah, I see," Castiel replied. "Sarcasm, caustic and disbelieving."
"Yes, precisely," Raphael confirmed.
"Hey!" Dean protested.
"Kelly!" the reverend admonished.
"I didn't know!" Kelly defended. "And how was I too? It's not like we had any proof that they could hear us or even that they were there! I mean what were we supposed to do, take it all on blind faith and attribute all of the good to God and all of the bad to ourselves? That's just a load of bull!"
"I can see how she would remind you of Dean," Michael stated, adding his two cents.
Dean just muttered darkly under his breath before focusing on Kelly who was starting to look a little unsure and frightened again. "Don't let the fact that they're angels intimidate you, Kelly, even angels need to be reminded of what's right and what's wrong sometimes. Besides, I doubt if Raphael got even half of what you said if you used sarcasm and wit."
By now Dean was expecting the swat that earned him from one of Raphael's wings and he just watched how Kelly observed it with wide eyes even as she slowly started to relax.
"I'm still sorry that I said some of that, I shouldn't have," Kelly stated sincerely.
"You are forgiven," Raphael replied. "And not all that you said was wrong. You should know that your Bible is a human creation and therefore not an accurate or faithful representation of Father's Will and Word. Therefore it is normal for you to find fault with some of its passages."
And there went half of the reverend's world Dean saw. He'd have to make sure that Castiel spoke to the man before they left so that the poor guy knew where things stood.
"No, Kelly, you're doing it all wrong," Dean said, trying to veer the conversation away from its current topic. "That's not the right way to manage your archangel. You're supposed to-"
Pretty much as expected, he was caught up in a set of wings and swept around to face his husband.
"Manage?" Castiel inquired darkly with a single raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know I've got your wrapped around my little finger," Dean replied easily, wriggling one of his pinkies back and forth.
He felt a light nudge at the back of his mind, just like what it felt like when Michael was with him and his friend dug around for an explanation or information and then there was fake annoyance coming down the bond along with his husband's narrowed eyes.
"You do not," Castiel disagreed.
"Yeah, I totally do." Dean twisted around to tell Kelly exactly what he wanted her to do when fingers dug into his side with expert precision and he ended up laughing instead. "Cas!" Dean protested, attempting to squirm away.
An inescapable arm wrapped around his waist and his husband turned to look at their astounded audience. "Forgive me, but this one requires a lesson in proper manners."
"A lesso-" Dean began, indignant, but was cut off when his angel took flight.
When they landed, Dean was shoved up against a wall and there were hands at his belt before he could even sort everything out. "Cas!" he protested again as his jeans and boxers were shoved down and he looked about frantically.
"There is no one here, I checked."
"You checked? Did you seriously whisk me away for a quickie in some dark alley?"
"No, I whisked you away so that Michael and Raphael can figure out what happened in peace. The sex is merely to make you look pliant and suitably cowed when we go back."
"Hey!" Dean protested but the rest of his words turned into a strangled moan as his husband dropped to his knees and swallowed him down completely in one smooth move.
"Yes?" Castiel questioned, pulling back. "Is something wrong?"
Unable to form any coherent words after being deep throated so expertly, Dean made good use of their new bond to directly inform his husband of exactly how he felt. What he got back was amusement, self-satisfaction and, to his immense relief, no small amount of lust and arousal.
"Cas!" Dean finally managed. "Come on, you can't leave me like this!"
"Perhaps," Castiel replied, blowing lightly on his cock, making Dean mewl. "But I thought you were an expert at managing archangels."
Dean glared down at his new bond mate husband. "I'll never groom your wings again if you don't finish what you started right now."
Castiel, the bastard, merely laughed at him before leaning forwards to lick a stripe up his cock. "Mm, I'm sure I could convince you otherwise."
"Caaaas!" Dean whined, throwing his head back.
The pain that caused, skull against brick, gave him a little more control but that fled when Castiel chose that exact moment to deep throat him once more. It had become instinct by now to dig one hand into his angel's nearest wing as well as his hair whenever Castiel went down on him. Not only was it something that he knew his husband loved, but it also tended to minimize any teasing as it worked Castiel up as much as it did him. Though that might no longer be necessary with the bond. It was something he'd need to test at some point.
Then Castiel swallowed around the head of his cock and all coherent thought fled. With no restraining hands on his hips, Dean began thrusting down Castiel's throat, his rhythm faltering frequently whenever his husband swallowed and soon he'd lost any and all coordination. It was all just pleasure, heat, wetness and suction. Wonderful, wonderful suction accompanied by his husband's throat muscles constricting around his cock and that was it, he was gone.
Dean would have slid down the wall, boneless, if it wasn't for Castiel's wings holding him upright against it as his angel cleaned him off, stopping just before he became too sensitive. Then Castiel was on his feet again and both of his hands shifted to his new bond mate husband's wings.
"Dean," Castiel breathed, nuzzling the side of his face.
"This is where teasing someone with a blowjob gets you into trouble," Dean replied languidly. "See, I'm all satisfied now."
Castiel growled in his ear and the next thing Dean knew their positions were reversed and there was pressure on his shoulders, gently but firmly forcing his down. He laughed as he went, obligingly opening his angel's pants and pulling him free. Then, however, he just blew teasingly on Castiel's cock, more than ready to return the favor.
There was a shift of something along their bond and then Dean gasped as a crushing, desperate need washed over him.
Oh that just wasn't fair! Dean was physically sated and he could feel that he was, but now he was also caught in that desperate high and the need at the peak of sexual arousal at the same time.
"Cheater," Dean muttered before he swallowed Castiel down.
Chapter 144
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, oral
Word Count: 3,333
Summary: Australia and Raphael's human.
PAST
The moment that they arrived, Dean ducked behind his baby and pulled out the Jewel of Abel. He heard Simiel's scream of rage and frustration as he pulled it on, followed by human screams and bangs and crashes of various sorts. Of those the screams worried him the most and he wished that he knew more about the situation than merely that someone had prayed for help to Raphael and that Simiel was here. Not that it wasn't enough for him to agree to coming, but he just liked to know a little more about what it was that they were walking- flying, whatever!- in on ahead of time.
A quick peak over the hood of the Impala showed Simiel to be across the large hall they were in, flinging anything and everything she could at both Michael and the people huddled off to one side, desperately seeking shelter behind some over turned tables and chairs. Raphael was a bit closer to him, tearing away at a host of demons who stupidly thought that they could overwhelm the archangel through sheer numbers alone. Dean couldn't immediately spot his husband though he could feel him close by. The next instant Castiel appeared among the terrified people, grabbed as many of them as he could reach and flew off with them.
The screams of horror and terror that came from the remaining people told Dean where he could be of the most use. Not that he couldn't, and wouldn't, help his two new bond brothers in the process of getting there. Opening the backdoor of the Impala, he reached into his baby and grabbed the fully loaded water gun that he'd left there knowing that there was absolutely no way that he could get into any kind of legal trouble for possessing or displaying it. With a deep breath to brace himself, he rose up and fired the Jewel of Abel in Simiel's general direction knowing that it mattered less whether or not he hit her than that he distracted her long enough for Michael to get close. Besides, given the angle he was at, his friend was in the way and he didn't have a whole lot of practice at using the Jewel of Abel and didn't want to risk hitting his new brother by accident.
Dean then ran around the Impala in the opposite direction and fired a continuous burst of Holy water at the demons as he made his way to the trapped people. Some of them were still screaming or whimpering and as he slid behind the tables, they turned to him in fear. One brave soul stood up, holding out a knife.
"Whoa, whoa, it's okay," Dean said, raising his hands. "I'm just here to help you, that's all."
"How do we know that you're not just another of those... those black eyed... things?" the man with the knife demanded.
"Demons, they're demons and I'm not one of them, I'm here with the others who're fighting them. Just look for yourselves."
Some of them took a glance back and saw Raphael and Michael engaged in their battles and one of them sucked in a deep breath.
"They've... they've got wings, just like her!"
That instantly drew Dean's attention and he realized that it had to be her. She had to be the one that Raphael had heard so he focused his attention on her.
"That's because they're angels. You prayed to Raphael for help and he heard you so here we are. Now please just let us help you."
"Raphael," she whispered, eyes snapping back to him. "How do you know about that? I- Raphael?"
Even before her eyes had shifted to a spot over his shoulder and she'd spoken, Dean had sensed the arrival of his lo- husband. It freaked him out on some level how easily he was already accepting and incorporating what was essentially a new 'sense' but right now it was particularly useful as he knew he no longer had to watch his back until Castiel flew off again.
"No, I am Castiel, one of Raphael's younger brothers," Castiel replied. "Come with me."
"You've been kidnapping people, why should we trust you?" the man with the knife demanded, shifting his grip on the blade.
"I have been taking them to safety and your small weapon will not hurt me."
"I'll come," the girl said, stepping forwards.
"Kelly," another man began.
"It's okay, Reverend, he really is an angel, I can see his wings."
"You said that the other one had wings as well," knife man stated.
"Yes, but they know of my prayers and are fighting her and the demons."
Between that and another incoming furniture missile, most people seemed convinced and a lot of them now crowded around Castiel and Dean was worried for a moment that his husband wouldn't be able to cope but it was a groundless fear and they vanished in a flutter of wings.
"You're not an angel," the reverend stated, looking at him.
Dean laughed. "Not even close."
"So why are you here with them?"
"Because I'm a hunter and I hunt demons and other supernatural creatures for a living," Dean replied.
Part of him protested the idea of telling any civilian so much of the truth but Dean had long since accepted that with this renewed Apocalypse it would be extremely hard to keep things quiet. Besides, as a reverend this man was someone other victims of the supernatural would turn to so it wasn't a bad thing for him to know more about what was really out there..
"There are more things out there?" the reverend asked, aghast.
"Yep. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists, you name it, it's probably out there somewhere."
"Dean!"
Raphael's cry had Dean turning around and he caught sight of the woman creeping towards them. Given the archangel's warning he figured it probably wasn't a human anymore so he gave it a face full of Holy water. The resulting shriek confirmed his suspicions and he continued to spray it until it gave up and fled.
"Holy Mother of God," the reverend was muttering when Dean dragged the female host behind their makeshift cover. "That's Wendy McIntyre!"
"Demons can take almost anyone unless they're protected," Dean explained. "Check her for a pulse, would you?"
The order clearly caught the reverend off-guard but the man did as requested and Dean felt something ease within himself when the reverend muttered a quiet thanks to God. He bit his own tongue and turned his attention towards Michael to see how his friend was doing. He was somewhat surprised that Simiel hadn't fled yet but she seemed pissed and rather than facing her elder brother head on, she was trying to fight him from afar, flinging things at him with her Grace and only allowing the occasional clashing of their swords when they got close enough to do so.
The man with the knife had calmed enough by the time Castiel had returned for his angel to fly the rest of them out of there. The only reason that Dean allowed himself to be taken along was because he knew that Raphael would be able to smite all of the demons at once if there were no humans left around and he wasn't sure if he could now handle seeing all angels' true forms or just that of his husband and he'd really hate to find out it was just Castiel's the hard way.
The moment that they landed, his husband was kneeling beside Wendy McIntyre, examining her.
"Will she be okay?" Dean asked.
"Yes, there appears to be no physical damage and I do not believe that she was possessed for very long," Castiel replied.
"Then why hasn't she woken up yet?" the reverend inquired.
"She appears to have withdrawn deep into her mind in an effort to protect herself. Give her a little time to come back."
"I say we take care of her now!"
The statement was made by the man with the knife, which he was brandishing about wildly again and Dean knew that if he didn't take it away from him soon, someone would get hurt.
"Ryan, that is enough," the reverend stated. "You heard the man, almost anyone can be taken."
"Yeah and what would he know about it? He isn't an angel or even a holy man. He's-"
"Chosen," Castiel declared with a finality to his voice that Dean didn't often hear. "Dean Winchester is the Righteous Man and he is correct, it was not Wendy McIntyre's fault that she was possessed."
"Cas!" Dean complained wordlessly. "Will you cut it out with the Righteous Man crap all the time?"
"It is true."
"Yeah, but they don't all need to know that."
"They do not treat you with the proper respect otherwise."
Okay, that there threw Dean for a loop. He'd never realized that his husband paid attention to things like that though he really should have he now realized. Of course Castiel would notice how others saw him and what they thought of him and, his angel being who he was, Castiel felt the need for everyone to see him as his husband did. It was kinda sweet, not that he cared about things like that.
Not at all.
Ah shit.
He just wouldn't tell anyone.
"Your secret is safe with me, Beloved," Castiel replied, clearly amused.
"Bite me, Cas."
"Mm, maybe later."
Damnit, why had he taught his angel about the dubious pleasures of being a tease or extended foreplay?
"But you said that there was something that we could do to protect ourselves?" the reverend asked, looking at him.
"Yeah, there are hex bags you can make and wear or, if you're a little more serious about it, then there are tattoos like this which you can get," Dean replied, pulling his shirt collar down.
The expression on the reverend's face was well worth the possibility of ruining his shirt for Dean. The man looked so torn, clearly not at all a fan of tattoos, but just as clearly wanting the additional protection they afforded.
"They work better?"
"Well you can't lose them and they can't be torn off of you. The only thing that can break them is for the skin to be broken."
"I would advise on getting the tattoo," Castiel stated.
Dean tried not to laugh at that, knowing that almost guaranteed that the reverend would get one. After all, if an angel told him to get it, then how was a holy man to refuse?
Kelly's sudden sharp indrawn breath made Dean glance behind him to see that both Michael and Raphael had arrived. From the grim look on his older friend's face he knew that Simiel had gotten away again, not that he was all that surprised. There was no way that she'd have stuck around for as long as she had if she hadn't had an escape route in mind.
"Hey, Raph," Dean called out without thinking, but then the sounds of shock behind him reminded him of his audience. "-ael. There's someone who'd like to meet you over here."
"No!" Kelly squeaked, literally squeaked and Dean glanced back at her in surprise. "No, no! That's perfectly okay. I don't need to meet him. I mean I'm sure that he's got far more important things to do then meet little old me!"
Dean frowned, sure he was detecting fear in her voice and posture and not all sure why. Surely if she'd taken the time to pray to Raphael then that meant that the archangel meant something to her.
"Yes, Dean?" Raphael asked, suddenly right behind him.
All of a sudden there was a hushed and reverent silence all around them and it angered Dean a little that they reacted like that to Raphael but not to Castiel.
"And you can't understand that I want them to treat you with the respect you deserve. How is this any different?" Castiel inquired softly into his mind.
Dean stuck out his mental tongue, sure that he could transmit the sentiment if he tried. The amused affection he got back proved that he was right even if it hadn't achieved the desired results.
"Just in case you wanted to put a face with her voice, this is Kelly, the one who's been praying to you," Dean said.
"Kelly, it is nice to finally meet you," Raphael stated, though he didn't move from where he stood.
The line was so unlike what he'd expected the archangel to say that it took Dean a moment to recognize it from a movie his friend had once caught him watching once and questioned him about.
"Uh, hi," Kelly squeaked once more. "Look, I'm really, really, really sorry about some of the stuff that I said. I didn't think it was getting through to anyone, honest!"
"What did you say?" Castiel inquired.
"Uh."
"She sounded remarkably like Dean at times," Raphael explained, completely blind to Kelly's discomfort.
"Ah, I see," Castiel replied. "Sarcasm, caustic and disbelieving."
"Yes, precisely," Raphael confirmed.
"Hey!" Dean protested.
"Kelly!" the reverend admonished.
"I didn't know!" Kelly defended. "And how was I too? It's not like we had any proof that they could hear us or even that they were there! I mean what were we supposed to do, take it all on blind faith and attribute all of the good to God and all of the bad to ourselves? That's just a load of bull!"
"I can see how she would remind you of Dean," Michael stated, adding his two cents.
Dean just muttered darkly under his breath before focusing on Kelly who was starting to look a little unsure and frightened again. "Don't let the fact that they're angels intimidate you, Kelly, even angels need to be reminded of what's right and what's wrong sometimes. Besides, I doubt if Raphael got even half of what you said if you used sarcasm and wit."
By now Dean was expecting the swat that earned him from one of Raphael's wings and he just watched how Kelly observed it with wide eyes even as she slowly started to relax.
"I'm still sorry that I said some of that, I shouldn't have," Kelly stated sincerely.
"You are forgiven," Raphael replied. "And not all that you said was wrong. You should know that your Bible is a human creation and therefore not an accurate or faithful representation of Father's Will and Word. Therefore it is normal for you to find fault with some of its passages."
And there went half of the reverend's world Dean saw. He'd have to make sure that Castiel spoke to the man before they left so that the poor guy knew where things stood.
"No, Kelly, you're doing it all wrong," Dean said, trying to veer the conversation away from its current topic. "That's not the right way to manage your archangel. You're supposed to-"
Pretty much as expected, he was caught up in a set of wings and swept around to face his husband.
"Manage?" Castiel inquired darkly with a single raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know I've got your wrapped around my little finger," Dean replied easily, wriggling one of his pinkies back and forth.
He felt a light nudge at the back of his mind, just like what it felt like when Michael was with him and his friend dug around for an explanation or information and then there was fake annoyance coming down the bond along with his husband's narrowed eyes.
"You do not," Castiel disagreed.
"Yeah, I totally do." Dean twisted around to tell Kelly exactly what he wanted her to do when fingers dug into his side with expert precision and he ended up laughing instead. "Cas!" Dean protested, attempting to squirm away.
An inescapable arm wrapped around his waist and his husband turned to look at their astounded audience. "Forgive me, but this one requires a lesson in proper manners."
"A lesso-" Dean began, indignant, but was cut off when his angel took flight.
When they landed, Dean was shoved up against a wall and there were hands at his belt before he could even sort everything out. "Cas!" he protested again as his jeans and boxers were shoved down and he looked about frantically.
"There is no one here, I checked."
"You checked? Did you seriously whisk me away for a quickie in some dark alley?"
"No, I whisked you away so that Michael and Raphael can figure out what happened in peace. The sex is merely to make you look pliant and suitably cowed when we go back."
"Hey!" Dean protested but the rest of his words turned into a strangled moan as his husband dropped to his knees and swallowed him down completely in one smooth move.
"Yes?" Castiel questioned, pulling back. "Is something wrong?"
Unable to form any coherent words after being deep throated so expertly, Dean made good use of their new bond to directly inform his husband of exactly how he felt. What he got back was amusement, self-satisfaction and, to his immense relief, no small amount of lust and arousal.
"Cas!" Dean finally managed. "Come on, you can't leave me like this!"
"Perhaps," Castiel replied, blowing lightly on his cock, making Dean mewl. "But I thought you were an expert at managing archangels."
Dean glared down at his new bond mate husband. "I'll never groom your wings again if you don't finish what you started right now."
Castiel, the bastard, merely laughed at him before leaning forwards to lick a stripe up his cock. "Mm, I'm sure I could convince you otherwise."
"Caaaas!" Dean whined, throwing his head back.
The pain that caused, skull against brick, gave him a little more control but that fled when Castiel chose that exact moment to deep throat him once more. It had become instinct by now to dig one hand into his angel's nearest wing as well as his hair whenever Castiel went down on him. Not only was it something that he knew his husband loved, but it also tended to minimize any teasing as it worked Castiel up as much as it did him. Though that might no longer be necessary with the bond. It was something he'd need to test at some point.
Then Castiel swallowed around the head of his cock and all coherent thought fled. With no restraining hands on his hips, Dean began thrusting down Castiel's throat, his rhythm faltering frequently whenever his husband swallowed and soon he'd lost any and all coordination. It was all just pleasure, heat, wetness and suction. Wonderful, wonderful suction accompanied by his husband's throat muscles constricting around his cock and that was it, he was gone.
Dean would have slid down the wall, boneless, if it wasn't for Castiel's wings holding him upright against it as his angel cleaned him off, stopping just before he became too sensitive. Then Castiel was on his feet again and both of his hands shifted to his new bond mate husband's wings.
"Dean," Castiel breathed, nuzzling the side of his face.
"This is where teasing someone with a blowjob gets you into trouble," Dean replied languidly. "See, I'm all satisfied now."
Castiel growled in his ear and the next thing Dean knew their positions were reversed and there was pressure on his shoulders, gently but firmly forcing his down. He laughed as he went, obligingly opening his angel's pants and pulling him free. Then, however, he just blew teasingly on Castiel's cock, more than ready to return the favor.
There was a shift of something along their bond and then Dean gasped as a crushing, desperate need washed over him.
Oh that just wasn't fair! Dean was physically sated and he could feel that he was, but now he was also caught in that desperate high and the need at the peak of sexual arousal at the same time.
"Cheater," Dean muttered before he swallowed Castiel down.
Chapter 144