Unexpected Destinies Chapter 148
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, food!sex
Word Count: 2,577
Summary: Michael awakens Dean late at night with bad news.
PAST
It said a lot for how much that things had changed that Dean didn't jump when, upon waking to hearing his name called, he opened one eye only to find Michael's face scant inches from his own. Instead he gave a muffled curse and turned his face the other way. The sensation of being watched didn't fade though and upon opening his other eye he found his lover watching him with amusement. Groaning, he put his face straight into the pillow and tried willing the two angels away. It really couldn't be time to get up yet as it felt like he'd only just closed his eyes.
"That is not conducive to breathing, Little One," Michael stated seriously.
Unable to help himself, Dean snorted and laughed into the pillow. One of Castiel's hands came up to rub his back and he gave an appreciative sound before giving in and turning over so he could sit up and lean back against the headboard.
"Okay, I'm up," Dean said, yawning and rubbing his face. "Give me the bad news."
"Lucifer has broken the Rite of Contressa."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can feel it."
"Crap."
Even though he'd known that it was coming, Dean had hoped that they'd have more time than this. His hatred for Simiel increased and he really wanted to be able to gank the bitch already before she could cause any more damage. Her toll was already far too high for his liking. And if he could do it then none of his angels would have to feel bad for having killed a sibling, bad as she might have become.
"I'll let Bobby know once it's a decent hour so that they keep Sam indoors away from anyone who might recognize him and tell Lucy where he is," Dean said.
"Can't you call him now?" Michael asked.
"It is only just past two in the morning," Castiel stated. "Both Bobby and Sam will still be asleep at this time."
"Two?" Dean demanded. "No wonder I'm so tired!"
Or at least he had been anyway. The news of Simiel's success in her plan had woken Dean right up and now he found himself wide awake and ready for action that probably wouldn't come. Great.
"I thought you would wish to know as soon as possible," Michael explained apologetically.
"No, no, it's okay, I do," Dean replied. If he weren't naked under the sheets, Dean would have gotten up and started pacing the room to work off some of his nervous energy. Damn adrenaline. "They can't have that many more cleansing spells to go, now can they?"
"Not if they've been performing them continuously," Castiel replied. "You think we should commence gathering the ingredients for Raziel's spell?"
"It can't hurt. Well, unless any of them can go bad?"
"No, they should all keep for a while," Michael said. "And it would be best for us to be ready as soon as your brother is."
"Which does raise a question," Castiel stated. "As the spell takes several days to complete, will you want to travel back and forth each time or remain there, Dean?"
The question made Dean blink. It was something that he totally hadn't thought about at all. So far he'd only ever had short visits with the others, well except for the occasionally longer one with Bobby when the older hunter had been somewhere alone. It had been as much to not cause a stir as because it was all that he felt he could handle at present with everything else that was going on, but it was also taking the easy way out.
Dean knew that any further confrontation with Sam would be both difficult and painful and he'd been putting it off, hoping that the cleansing process would help things but he knew that they could only do so much. While it was true that things between him and his brother had gotten far worse since Ruby and her poisonous blood, the friction and problems definitely hadn't started with her. Besides, he had to get some kind of feel for Gwen before she started helping them out or who knew what could happen? It would also be good to see if what he remembered about his grandfather from before was also all still accurate.
"I suppose it would be best for me to stay there and get everything sorted," Dean replied warily.
"All you need to do is call if you require one of us," Michael stated.
"Yeah, I know."
The words made Dean smile as he thought of Raphael's last visit to the Campbell compound. After that all of his family was going to be wary of his angels and he definitely wouldn't put it past Michael and Raphael to use that to their advantage and drop in unannounced from time to time for the sole purpose of stirring things up a bit. It was what he'd have done once if it had been Sam walking into this kind of situation in the past. The thought warmed him and still managed to fill him with awe. He had big brothers now! He had a husband and sisters and brothers and... yeah, he totally still wasn't ready to touch that one. But he had a whole new family of his own now! One that really wanted him. Or well most of them, those that mattered anyway.
"Always," Castiel promised, pulling him close.
"I wasn't doubting that," Dean responded, closing his eyes and savoring the touch.
"I know, I'm just reiterating it."
"It takes a while for it to really sink in with you," Michael teased. "Your thick skull and all."
Dean opened one eye to glare at his bond brother, but he now knew better than to think that he could win this particular fight.
"You were right, Castiel, he can learn."
"Oh, bite me, Mickey," Dean retorted halfheartedly.
Michael, the bastard, merely laughed. "I'll leave that to your bond mate and go collect the first ingredients with Raphael."
With a flutter of wings Michael was gone and Dean gave half a thought to going back to sleep before he dismissed it, knowing that it wouldn't work now, not with how awake and ready for action that he was.
"Do we need to head out as well?" Dean asked.
"No," Castiel replied, his hands wandering. "Do you wish to sleep some more?"
"Nah, can't just now."
"Good."
With that Castiel had him on his back once more and Dean really loved the way his husband's mind worked when his angel followed him down. It was as his bond mate went from kissing him to nuzzling at his neck that he remembered his recent purchase.
"Wait, wait," Dean said, already breathless.
"Beloved?" Castiel inquired with a frown, pulling back.
"I got us something new to try. You're gonna love it."
Curiosity filled his husband's eyes and Dean just smiled as he got out of bed. He shivered once before the air warmed and he tugged at the bond in appreciation. The closer link allowed him to feel exactly where Castiel's thoughts went when he opened the closet and bent over to pick up the bag with what he'd bought. He laughed and made sure to let his bond mate know how much he approved.
"You'll have to get up," Dean said as he turned back around. "And pull the sheets and blanket off the bed, would you?"
There was no way that Dean was risking the sheets. Once his husband had learned of the difference thread count could make to bedding, his angel had gotten a few sets with what had to be a million count at least, they were so sinfully soft. They'd never compare to Castiel's wings, of course, but damn were they the second best thing he'd ever slept on by far!
Dean could feel Castiel's curiosity but his angel did as he asked, and helped him put the black plastic sheet over the mattress.
"What is this?" Castiel asked, joining him on the bed once more.
"Patience," Dean smiled, pulling out the first bottle of chocolate sauce and dropping the rest of the bag onto the floor. "Warm this up for me, would you?"
"Chocolate sauce?"
His husband sounded so confused that Dean couldn't help but laugh even as his half hard dick twitched in anticipation.
"Mm," Dean replied, twisting to face Castiel. "You'll see."
With that he took the warm bottle back and tilted his head to pour some into his mouth. Then he put the bottle aside and pulled his bond mate close for a kiss. Castiel came eagerly and he could feel his bond mate's surprise and approval once Castiel got a taste. Never let it be said that his angel was slow because soon his husband was licking into his mouth, chasing the taste of chocolate.
Dean shifted closer so he could rock their hips gently for some friction, not wanting to rush things just yet. When he finally had to pull back for air, he pushed at Castiel's shoulders, urging his angel to lie down on the bed. He then grabbed the chocolate sauce and poured a strategic path along his husband's chest right down to his cock.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, hands coming up to rest on his hips.
"That was nothing compared with what's coming," Dean promised with a wicked smile. "Absolutely nothing."
With that Dean leaned down and began licking up the sauce around Castiel's left nipple. He kept his licks light and kittenish at first, causing his husband to writhe and moan before shifting to begging.
"Dean! Dean, please!"
It was the emotions flowing over their bond though that convinced Dean to firm his licks as he started to follow the chocolate trail to Castiel's other nipple and then down his chest. He had to pause at his bond mate's navel, just to be sure that he got all of the sauce. His angel's hands at his shoulder made him smile and he allowed them to guide him down to where his husband really wanted him. Just before he got to Castiel's cock, though, he detoured quickly to get the dribble that had run down his bond mate's thigh.
"Dean!" Castiel protested.
"Patience is a virtue," Dean teased, laughing as it earned him a growl.
Pleased with himself, Dean licked a line of chocolate off Castiel's cock, making his husband moan loudly in appreciation. He began to slowly suck it all down, taking his time so that he could get all of the chocolate with his tongue, when he caught the edge of a thought from Castiel through the bond. It was more a desire than anything else, but once he focused on it he was able to make it out much more clearly. While Castiel really enjoyed what was happening his angel wanted something more. He frowned for a moment before he realized that it was the chocolate and that he wasn't quite going about this the right way. His husband after all was the one who'd never done this before so really he should be letting Castiel be the one to lick off the chocolate. But at the same time he didn't want to relinquish his prize either.
The answer when it came to Dean was so obvious that he couldn't understand why he hadn't thought of it before. It would mean introducing his bond mate to two new things in one day, but he couldn't really see any problem with that.
"Dean, no, I didn't mean-" Castiel began hastily as he pulled off.
"Shh, it's okay, there's a simple solution," Dean reassured.
He grabbed the bottle and opened it once more. First he poured more chocolate sauce over Castiel for himself before he poured some onto himself, taking a moment to just feel it running down his aching erection. When he looked up it was to see his angel licking his lips as Castiel looked at his chocolate covered cock.
"We're going to sixty-nine, Cas," Dean stated.
"Sixty-nine?"
"Yeah."
Instead of explaining, Dean just turned around and settled into position, knowing his husband would catch onto the idea easily enough. He was right and it only took a moment for Castiel to start reciprocating his blowjob. He hummed in appreciation causing his bond mate to jerk his hips a little and moan in response. Between the position and the bond they had a real feedback loop going on and never one to let such an opportunity pass by unappreciated, he made the most of it. As a result, it wasn't long at all before they were both coming; chocolate, cum and saliva mixing together as one.
With his post orgasmic bliss came drowsiness and Dean expended just as much energy as was necessary to turn himself around once more before dropping bonelessly next to his husband.
"I don't suppose that you could just mojo the sheet away?" Dean asked, not wanting to get up to do it.
"Already?" Castiel asked, more than a little forlornly.
A glance at his bond mate showed Castiel ready and eager for more, leaning over him with the bottle of chocolate sauce. Dean laughed but it turned to a scowl when his angel poured a little sauce onto his nose and then proceeded to lick it off.
"Dude!" The rest of his protest was cut off as wings came up through the mattress and sheet to cradle him in their awesome softness. "Fine, knock yourself out, but I'm going to sleep and I'm not cleaning chocolate sauce out of your feathers tomorrow."
The answer seemed to please Castiel well enough as his husband proceeded to pour sauce onto his arm and lick it off as he settled down to sleep. Of course his angel would take this to the nonsexual level. Chocolate and him, two of Castiel's absolute favorite things, combined. He was drifting off to the thought with a smile on his face when the sugary mixture, thick and sticky, was poured into his ear and he jerked away even before his bond mate's tongue could chase it.
"Cas!" Dean complained, reaching up to rub it away. "That's my ear!" The sauce vanished before he could get at it and Dean looked at his husband in disbelief. "Really, my ear?"
"I like all parts of you," Castiel replied simply.
It was a sentiment that Dean had heard before and while he knew that his angel meant it, he still didn't quite get it. Most people had areas or body parts that they didn't like as much, let alone would ever even consider for things like this, but Castiel just didn't get that.
"Okay, ground rules, no chocolate sauce- or any sauce- in my ears," Dean said, quickly running over the rest of his body and making his toes curl instinctively as he thought of another one. "Or on my feet. Those two areas are off limits, alright?"
"Okay," Castiel responded, apologizing wordlessly over the bond.
Dean accepted it and turned over to go back to sleep when he felt a burst of delight over the bond before sauce was being poured onto his shoulder. He opened one eye to confirm that, yes, his husband had just covered his handprint scar in sauce before he couldn't help but laugh.
"Cas, you'd totally cover the bond in chocolate and lick it off if you could, wouldn't you?" Dean questioned.
"Mm, yes, of course."
A.N.: Savor it people, because this might well be the last 'past' chapter ever in this fic! *gasp* I almost thought we'd never get here!
On an unrelated note, I'm totally on a roll with my Dean/Cas dystopia fic. It's not an idea I'd have come up with if not for the art I chose, but damn is it fruitful!
Chapter 149
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, oral, food!sex
Word Count: 2,577
Summary: Michael awakens Dean late at night with bad news.
PAST
It said a lot for how much that things had changed that Dean didn't jump when, upon waking to hearing his name called, he opened one eye only to find Michael's face scant inches from his own. Instead he gave a muffled curse and turned his face the other way. The sensation of being watched didn't fade though and upon opening his other eye he found his lover watching him with amusement. Groaning, he put his face straight into the pillow and tried willing the two angels away. It really couldn't be time to get up yet as it felt like he'd only just closed his eyes.
"That is not conducive to breathing, Little One," Michael stated seriously.
Unable to help himself, Dean snorted and laughed into the pillow. One of Castiel's hands came up to rub his back and he gave an appreciative sound before giving in and turning over so he could sit up and lean back against the headboard.
"Okay, I'm up," Dean said, yawning and rubbing his face. "Give me the bad news."
"Lucifer has broken the Rite of Contressa."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can feel it."
"Crap."
Even though he'd known that it was coming, Dean had hoped that they'd have more time than this. His hatred for Simiel increased and he really wanted to be able to gank the bitch already before she could cause any more damage. Her toll was already far too high for his liking. And if he could do it then none of his angels would have to feel bad for having killed a sibling, bad as she might have become.
"I'll let Bobby know once it's a decent hour so that they keep Sam indoors away from anyone who might recognize him and tell Lucy where he is," Dean said.
"Can't you call him now?" Michael asked.
"It is only just past two in the morning," Castiel stated. "Both Bobby and Sam will still be asleep at this time."
"Two?" Dean demanded. "No wonder I'm so tired!"
Or at least he had been anyway. The news of Simiel's success in her plan had woken Dean right up and now he found himself wide awake and ready for action that probably wouldn't come. Great.
"I thought you would wish to know as soon as possible," Michael explained apologetically.
"No, no, it's okay, I do," Dean replied. If he weren't naked under the sheets, Dean would have gotten up and started pacing the room to work off some of his nervous energy. Damn adrenaline. "They can't have that many more cleansing spells to go, now can they?"
"Not if they've been performing them continuously," Castiel replied. "You think we should commence gathering the ingredients for Raziel's spell?"
"It can't hurt. Well, unless any of them can go bad?"
"No, they should all keep for a while," Michael said. "And it would be best for us to be ready as soon as your brother is."
"Which does raise a question," Castiel stated. "As the spell takes several days to complete, will you want to travel back and forth each time or remain there, Dean?"
The question made Dean blink. It was something that he totally hadn't thought about at all. So far he'd only ever had short visits with the others, well except for the occasionally longer one with Bobby when the older hunter had been somewhere alone. It had been as much to not cause a stir as because it was all that he felt he could handle at present with everything else that was going on, but it was also taking the easy way out.
Dean knew that any further confrontation with Sam would be both difficult and painful and he'd been putting it off, hoping that the cleansing process would help things but he knew that they could only do so much. While it was true that things between him and his brother had gotten far worse since Ruby and her poisonous blood, the friction and problems definitely hadn't started with her. Besides, he had to get some kind of feel for Gwen before she started helping them out or who knew what could happen? It would also be good to see if what he remembered about his grandfather from before was also all still accurate.
"I suppose it would be best for me to stay there and get everything sorted," Dean replied warily.
"All you need to do is call if you require one of us," Michael stated.
"Yeah, I know."
The words made Dean smile as he thought of Raphael's last visit to the Campbell compound. After that all of his family was going to be wary of his angels and he definitely wouldn't put it past Michael and Raphael to use that to their advantage and drop in unannounced from time to time for the sole purpose of stirring things up a bit. It was what he'd have done once if it had been Sam walking into this kind of situation in the past. The thought warmed him and still managed to fill him with awe. He had big brothers now! He had a husband and sisters and brothers and... yeah, he totally still wasn't ready to touch that one. But he had a whole new family of his own now! One that really wanted him. Or well most of them, those that mattered anyway.
"Always," Castiel promised, pulling him close.
"I wasn't doubting that," Dean responded, closing his eyes and savoring the touch.
"I know, I'm just reiterating it."
"It takes a while for it to really sink in with you," Michael teased. "Your thick skull and all."
Dean opened one eye to glare at his bond brother, but he now knew better than to think that he could win this particular fight.
"You were right, Castiel, he can learn."
"Oh, bite me, Mickey," Dean retorted halfheartedly.
Michael, the bastard, merely laughed. "I'll leave that to your bond mate and go collect the first ingredients with Raphael."
With a flutter of wings Michael was gone and Dean gave half a thought to going back to sleep before he dismissed it, knowing that it wouldn't work now, not with how awake and ready for action that he was.
"Do we need to head out as well?" Dean asked.
"No," Castiel replied, his hands wandering. "Do you wish to sleep some more?"
"Nah, can't just now."
"Good."
With that Castiel had him on his back once more and Dean really loved the way his husband's mind worked when his angel followed him down. It was as his bond mate went from kissing him to nuzzling at his neck that he remembered his recent purchase.
"Wait, wait," Dean said, already breathless.
"Beloved?" Castiel inquired with a frown, pulling back.
"I got us something new to try. You're gonna love it."
Curiosity filled his husband's eyes and Dean just smiled as he got out of bed. He shivered once before the air warmed and he tugged at the bond in appreciation. The closer link allowed him to feel exactly where Castiel's thoughts went when he opened the closet and bent over to pick up the bag with what he'd bought. He laughed and made sure to let his bond mate know how much he approved.
"You'll have to get up," Dean said as he turned back around. "And pull the sheets and blanket off the bed, would you?"
There was no way that Dean was risking the sheets. Once his husband had learned of the difference thread count could make to bedding, his angel had gotten a few sets with what had to be a million count at least, they were so sinfully soft. They'd never compare to Castiel's wings, of course, but damn were they the second best thing he'd ever slept on by far!
Dean could feel Castiel's curiosity but his angel did as he asked, and helped him put the black plastic sheet over the mattress.
"What is this?" Castiel asked, joining him on the bed once more.
"Patience," Dean smiled, pulling out the first bottle of chocolate sauce and dropping the rest of the bag onto the floor. "Warm this up for me, would you?"
"Chocolate sauce?"
His husband sounded so confused that Dean couldn't help but laugh even as his half hard dick twitched in anticipation.
"Mm," Dean replied, twisting to face Castiel. "You'll see."
With that he took the warm bottle back and tilted his head to pour some into his mouth. Then he put the bottle aside and pulled his bond mate close for a kiss. Castiel came eagerly and he could feel his bond mate's surprise and approval once Castiel got a taste. Never let it be said that his angel was slow because soon his husband was licking into his mouth, chasing the taste of chocolate.
Dean shifted closer so he could rock their hips gently for some friction, not wanting to rush things just yet. When he finally had to pull back for air, he pushed at Castiel's shoulders, urging his angel to lie down on the bed. He then grabbed the chocolate sauce and poured a strategic path along his husband's chest right down to his cock.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, hands coming up to rest on his hips.
"That was nothing compared with what's coming," Dean promised with a wicked smile. "Absolutely nothing."
With that Dean leaned down and began licking up the sauce around Castiel's left nipple. He kept his licks light and kittenish at first, causing his husband to writhe and moan before shifting to begging.
"Dean! Dean, please!"
It was the emotions flowing over their bond though that convinced Dean to firm his licks as he started to follow the chocolate trail to Castiel's other nipple and then down his chest. He had to pause at his bond mate's navel, just to be sure that he got all of the sauce. His angel's hands at his shoulder made him smile and he allowed them to guide him down to where his husband really wanted him. Just before he got to Castiel's cock, though, he detoured quickly to get the dribble that had run down his bond mate's thigh.
"Dean!" Castiel protested.
"Patience is a virtue," Dean teased, laughing as it earned him a growl.
Pleased with himself, Dean licked a line of chocolate off Castiel's cock, making his husband moan loudly in appreciation. He began to slowly suck it all down, taking his time so that he could get all of the chocolate with his tongue, when he caught the edge of a thought from Castiel through the bond. It was more a desire than anything else, but once he focused on it he was able to make it out much more clearly. While Castiel really enjoyed what was happening his angel wanted something more. He frowned for a moment before he realized that it was the chocolate and that he wasn't quite going about this the right way. His husband after all was the one who'd never done this before so really he should be letting Castiel be the one to lick off the chocolate. But at the same time he didn't want to relinquish his prize either.
The answer when it came to Dean was so obvious that he couldn't understand why he hadn't thought of it before. It would mean introducing his bond mate to two new things in one day, but he couldn't really see any problem with that.
"Dean, no, I didn't mean-" Castiel began hastily as he pulled off.
"Shh, it's okay, there's a simple solution," Dean reassured.
He grabbed the bottle and opened it once more. First he poured more chocolate sauce over Castiel for himself before he poured some onto himself, taking a moment to just feel it running down his aching erection. When he looked up it was to see his angel licking his lips as Castiel looked at his chocolate covered cock.
"We're going to sixty-nine, Cas," Dean stated.
"Sixty-nine?"
"Yeah."
Instead of explaining, Dean just turned around and settled into position, knowing his husband would catch onto the idea easily enough. He was right and it only took a moment for Castiel to start reciprocating his blowjob. He hummed in appreciation causing his bond mate to jerk his hips a little and moan in response. Between the position and the bond they had a real feedback loop going on and never one to let such an opportunity pass by unappreciated, he made the most of it. As a result, it wasn't long at all before they were both coming; chocolate, cum and saliva mixing together as one.
With his post orgasmic bliss came drowsiness and Dean expended just as much energy as was necessary to turn himself around once more before dropping bonelessly next to his husband.
"I don't suppose that you could just mojo the sheet away?" Dean asked, not wanting to get up to do it.
"Already?" Castiel asked, more than a little forlornly.
A glance at his bond mate showed Castiel ready and eager for more, leaning over him with the bottle of chocolate sauce. Dean laughed but it turned to a scowl when his angel poured a little sauce onto his nose and then proceeded to lick it off.
"Dude!" The rest of his protest was cut off as wings came up through the mattress and sheet to cradle him in their awesome softness. "Fine, knock yourself out, but I'm going to sleep and I'm not cleaning chocolate sauce out of your feathers tomorrow."
The answer seemed to please Castiel well enough as his husband proceeded to pour sauce onto his arm and lick it off as he settled down to sleep. Of course his angel would take this to the nonsexual level. Chocolate and him, two of Castiel's absolute favorite things, combined. He was drifting off to the thought with a smile on his face when the sugary mixture, thick and sticky, was poured into his ear and he jerked away even before his bond mate's tongue could chase it.
"Cas!" Dean complained, reaching up to rub it away. "That's my ear!" The sauce vanished before he could get at it and Dean looked at his husband in disbelief. "Really, my ear?"
"I like all parts of you," Castiel replied simply.
It was a sentiment that Dean had heard before and while he knew that his angel meant it, he still didn't quite get it. Most people had areas or body parts that they didn't like as much, let alone would ever even consider for things like this, but Castiel just didn't get that.
"Okay, ground rules, no chocolate sauce- or any sauce- in my ears," Dean said, quickly running over the rest of his body and making his toes curl instinctively as he thought of another one. "Or on my feet. Those two areas are off limits, alright?"
"Okay," Castiel responded, apologizing wordlessly over the bond.
Dean accepted it and turned over to go back to sleep when he felt a burst of delight over the bond before sauce was being poured onto his shoulder. He opened one eye to confirm that, yes, his husband had just covered his handprint scar in sauce before he couldn't help but laugh.
"Cas, you'd totally cover the bond in chocolate and lick it off if you could, wouldn't you?" Dean questioned.
"Mm, yes, of course."
A.N.: Savor it people, because this might well be the last 'past' chapter ever in this fic! *gasp* I almost thought we'd never get here!
On an unrelated note, I'm totally on a roll with my Dean/Cas dystopia fic. It's not an idea I'd have come up with if not for the art I chose, but damn is it fruitful!
Chapter 149