Unexpected Destinies Chapter 155
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, bare backing, Grace!sex, wing!fic
Word Count: 3,189
Summary: Lisa and Ben meet Castiel.
PRESENT
The startled gasps and reactions from both Lisa and Ben would have told Dean that his husband had simply appeared out of thin air behind him even if he hadn't been able to hear his angel's close arrival.
"Cas," Dean admonished, turning to give him a dark, disapproving look.
"They already know about the supernatural, so I did not feel that there was any need for pretenses," Castiel replied simply, but Dean wasn't fooled.
Not when he could feel his husband's emotions and jealous intentions. His angel wished to claim him right here and now before Lisa so that she would realize that he wasn't available and instead belonged to Castiel. The idea made it surprisingly hard to concentrate, especially when he could tell exactly what his husband had planned for him. He resisted as much as he could, though, not wanting to cause a public spectacle for one and definitely not wanting to scar Ben for life for another.
"Wait, he's Cas?" Lisa suddenly questioned, voice far higher than normal. "You married a guy? Are you bi?"
Dean sighed, turning back to look at her. "Yes, yes and yes. Lisa, Ben, meet Castiel. Cas, this is Lisa and Ben."
"I know," Castiel responded before stepping forwards to stand before Ben and holding out one of the three ice cream cones that he held. "I believe that this one is for you, Ben Braeden."
Ben's eyes were wide with shock, though from which part of all that had been so suddenly revealed to him, Dean didn't know. He felt bad for the boy, though, and wasn't quite sure what to do, but when Ben's eyes darted to him for guidance and permission, he nodded easily.
"It's okay, you can take it," Dean stated, knowing how much the boy loved rocky road ice cream. They'd been completely unable to have tub of it in the house for more than a few hours at most before it was gone. He still wasn't quite sure where Ben put it all, but vanish it most definitely did.
"Thank you," Ben said, taking the cone though he couldn't help but stare at Castiel. "What are you?"
"I am an angel of the Lord," Castiel replied easily.
"An angel?" Lisa demanded, voice almost hysterical now and Dean winced.
"Lis-"
"He's joking right? Please tell me that he's joking."
"I'm sorry."
Lisa paled dramatically at that and Dean took two quick steps forward, worried that she was going to faint or fall down. The action caused a flare of jealousy to zing across the bond which was accompanied by a growl from Castiel.
"Dude!" Ben exclaimed, though thankfully completely without fear.
Dean was glad for the small favor and cast his husband a slightly irritated glare when Castiel suddenly appeared beside him, the other two ice cream cones that his angel had held were now gone without a trace.
"She-" Castiel began with an abrupt hand gesture, both of which were cut short, at least out loud. "She hurt you!"
The words instantly swept away the rising irritation that Dean was starting to feel and affection swelled within him instead. It was followed swiftly by pleasure at the fact that his husband had managed to catch himself before uttering that statement out loud. He knew that once Castiel would not even have thought to do so, inadvertently embarrassing him even as his angel sought to defend him.
"Hey," Dean said softly, bringing a hand up to cup his husband's face. "I'm fine now, Cas. You already helped me get over that. And besides, if she hadn't done that then we'd never have had a chance to realize how we felt about each other and then where would we be?"
Castiel struggled with that logic, Dean could see it in his angel's eyes, but it was the plain truth. If Lisa had never broken up with him then he wouldn't be here with his husband. He almost shuddered to think of what might have happened instead, especially since the cage would still have deteriorated to the point of failure and the Apocalypse would have once again been on regardless of his personal situation. The only difference was that then he'd have had Lisa and Ben to worry about while also doing all that he could to stop it. How would things have gone differently then? Would Michael and Raphael have managed to see the truth if he'd been working from Cicero? Would he have been able to remain there? Or would he have had to leave and drag Lisa and Ben onto the road with him?
A slight cough from behind him abruptly reminded Dean that they had an audience and he broke his gaze from Castiel to look back at Lisa and Ben. The boy just seemed confused by what had happened, clearly not getting it and instead Ben was still spending most of his time staring at his husband and eating his ice cream. He wondered if it was the fact that Castiel was an angel that fascinated Ben so much or the fact that Castiel was his husband. Either way it appeared to be pretty harmless at this point, so he focused all of his attention on Lisa instead, sending the mental equivalent of a light shove at his husband when a strong arm snaked around his waist, settling there possessively after it had pulled him back against Castiel.
Lisa's color had gotten better and she seemed to have gotten over her initial shock enough to be able to compose herself and Dean couldn't help but smile at the reminder of part of why he'd been so drawn to her once. Though he'd never been particularly picky when it came to his one night stands, he'd definitely had a type when it came to those men and women that he'd spent more time with and both strength of character and will had been part of that. So it had been with both Cassie and Lisa and so it was with Castiel, as his husband eagerly demonstrated by tightening his grip on him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Cas," Dean declared firmly.
"Mine," Castiel replied simply.
The sentiment made Dean want to laugh but he suppressed it. Clearly his bond mate wasn't going to be reasoned with just now, though he was sure that the fact that he secretly didn't mind in the least wasn't helping. Not with the fact that the bond made that particular sentiment of his much less secret than it would once have been. The simple fact of the matter was that he'd almost always loved Castiel's jealous streak, both because it had caused the true start of their relationship and because some twisted part of him had used to crave that sentiment as proof that he was truly wanted and desired. Now of course he knew better, but he'd never quite lost the affinity for his angel's displays of jealousy or possession.
"Is he serious, Dean? Is he really an angel? An angel, angel?" Lisa questioned again, clearly not able to believe what she'd been told.
"Yes, he really is," Dean confirmed gently.
"An angel."
"I get that this is a lot all at once, even with all that you both already knew."
"But... you said that you were married to this Cas."
"I am, we are," Dean corrected, glancing back at his husband.
They must have done their staring thing again because when Dean turned his attention back to Lisa, she had a completely different expression on her face. It was now thoughtful and something else which he couldn't quite identify, but he didn't think that it was negative, so that was okay.
"Is that even allowed?"
"Of course," Castiel replied sharply.
"What he means is that we human have a pretty skewed view of angels and religion," Dean explained. "The Bible got more wrong than it got right."
"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Ben asked, confused.
"It seems to imply that angels are asexual," Castiel explained.
"Really? Why would anyone think that?"
"Uh," Dean began, unsure how to handle this one, knowing that Lisa might well disapprove of his explanation.
"I'll explain it later," Lisa said. "So it's allowed?"
"Yes, it's fine. Though that's not to say that some of his elder brothers didn't give me a hard time about it nonetheless, but no, it's not banned or forbidden or anything else like that."
"Not if the emotions behind the relationship are true," Castiel added. "Father would never disapprove of love."
If he'd not been held in place, Dean would have squirmed at the sudden shift in the tone of the conversation and where it was going. The absolute last thing that he wanted was for this whole thing to turn into one giant chick flick moment, a possibility which was made all the more distinctly possible by Lisa's very presence. The sheer number of romantic comedies that he'd been forced to sit through while in Cicero was something that he'd far rather never think about too closely ever again.
"I see," Lisa replied softly. "And love it clearly is."
Dean frowned as he looked over at her. "Lis?"
"Oh, please, I'm not blind, Dean. I've never seen you look at someone the way that you just looked at Castiel."
"Lisa, I-"
"Hush, it's okay," Lisa interrupted, taking a step towards him and then blinking in surprise before smiling when Castiel dragged him back a step, much to his chagrin. "Clearly I was wrong about a lot of things, but you know what? I'm glad that I was."
For once Dean didn't know what to say, his throat working silently as he searched her eyes for anything other than honesty but not finding it. He'd never really allowed himself to spend much time thinking about Lisa after she'd kicked him out, not only because it had always hurt far too much, but also because he'd never thought that any good could come of it. So things going as well as they were now? It was practically unthinkable and not all that long ago it would have led him to searching for whatever supernatural influence was causing it. Now, though, well maybe- just maybe- Castiel had finally managed to get him to consider that, perhaps sometimes, good things did actually happen.
"Thanks," Dean finally managed to utter, voice not quite as steady as he'd have liked it to have been.
"My pleasure," Lisa replied before shifting her gaze to glance over his shoulder at his husband. "Would you mind taking Ben aside for a moment, Castiel? I need to speak with Dean for a moment."
He was so sure that the request would draw a protest from his angel, if not an outright denial, that Dean was stunned when Castiel acquiesced easily. He floundered for a moment, not quite able to reconcile the behavior with his husband's earlier behavior and the possessive jealousy that he could even now still feel thrumming strong and vital across their bond. Then, however, he felt it, nestled securely amongst the other emotions, a surprised pleasure that Castiel was sheltering almost as if his angel believed that to give it too much attention would make it shatter and vanish.
It took Dean a little longer to realize that he'd caused those emotions and the fragile hope he felt along with it. His silent acknowledgement of the truth that Castiel had tried to get him to see from their very first meeting on Earth had caused this. It was humbling in a way.
"I hate to bring this up now, but Ben got into a fight at school recently and he, well..." Lisa began hesitantly.
"It's okay, he told me," Dean replied.
"He did? Really?"
"Yeah and he promised me that he wouldn't do it again."
"He what? Just like that?"
Dean frowned. "What's wrong, Lis?"
"He outright refused to do that earlier."
"Look, I hate to ask, but were you the one asking it from him or was it Milton?"
"It was both of us."
"Are you sure? Did you ask him yourself or were you just there when Milton did?"
"I..." Lisa began, then paused. "You think it's that?"
"Look, I really don't want to intrude on things which are none of my business, but from what I've seen Ben really doesn't like Milton. Like not even remotely."
"Don't I know it. He's been acting up more and more lately. I was really hoping that it was just a reaction to you not being there anymore at first, but it's only gotten worse since then, not better."
"Perhaps it'll get better now he knows that there's absolutely no chance that we'll get back together again."
"Yeah, perhaps."
"You don't think so?"
"Given some of the fights between them lately and Ben's behavior? No, not really."
"Sorry."
Lisa frowned, looking over at where Ben was shamelessly returning one of Castiel's blatant stares. "Do you think I'm wrong to stay with him? Milton?"
"Oh boy. I don't know? I'm hardly the person to ask about this. You know my history, Lisa."
"And yet look at you now; married if not quite settled down."
Dean laughed. "There is that. But about this? I don't know, I guess it depends on how serious you are about him. I mean he is quite different from the guys that you've dated in the past, not at all like the type you once told me you had."
"No, I know. It surprised me too, but it just seems to work."
"Well if it's that and not just some reaction to what happened with us and those before me, then I'd go for it. I'm sure Ben will see that he genuinely makes you happy eventually. Plus if Milton really cares for you as much, then he'll make an effort to change as well."
"Listen to you, I can hardly believe you're the same guy I knew before."
"Trust me, sometimes I hardly recognize myself," Dean admitted, though he had no regrets whatsoever.
"I'm happy for you, Dean," Lisa said honestly before she stepped close and kissed his cheek. "Don't be a stranger."
Then, before Dean could react to either of those things, Lisa had turned around and was walking away. No sooner had that registered then Castiel was beside him, a jealous growl low in his angel's throat.
"Mine," Castiel declared before the world dissolved around Dean.
When it reformed, Dean found himself in the back of the Impala. He barely had a chance to figure out that they weren't where he'd parked them before his husband was on him. Their clothes vanished and Castiel's hands were everywhere, mapping his meatsuit out possessively even as he felt a swell of emotions and power through the bond, letting his angel essentially do the same to his soul. He responded to it eagerly, finally able to just let go. He had a brief thought of exactly why it was that he'd hardly ever brought a guy back to the Impala when he was awkwardly pressed up against the door, but it was fleeting as the next thing he felt were feathers all along his back as he was both cocooned and cradled in his husband's wings.
"Cas," Dean moaned, arching up into his angel's touches.
"Mine," Castiel growled once more, pushing his way between his thighs.
Possessiveness flowed over the bond like a live thing and Dean eagerly soaked it up, allowing his angel to position him just as Castiel wanted him. The Grace light was already beginning to shine behind his husband's eyes and anticipation and desire coiled tightly within him. His husband claimed a kiss that was literally breathtaking and he absently wondered just how long they'd be able to keep it up if he didn't need to stop to breathe. The thought made him moan again at the mere idea of being intertwined both like that and further down.
Due to the emotions coursing through Castiel, his prep was less than normal, but Dean cried out and arched into the burn, loving every moment of it. His husband was usually so controlled that he absolutely loved driving his angel past that point like this. Coherent thought fled as his wrists were swept up above his head and held there though Castiel's hands never left his hips, keeping him pinned down precisely as his angel wanted him despite what should have been an awkward and cramped space. He mewled thoughtlessly as he was claimed, his breath hitching as Castiel shifted just enough to be able to reach his neck with his teeth.
The pleasure and arousal washed over Dean, driving him higher and closer to the brink and he was completely helpless to resist it. Pinned down as he was, he could only twist his hands slightly so as to grasp a few feathers and the edge of one delicate wing, both of which he tugged at as best he could given the way he was being restrained. Castiel growled and thrust into him, hard. He begged for more while struggling to keep his eyes open as the interior of his baby steadily filled with more and more of his husband's true form. It almost seemed stronger than before, the bond between them fully open and Castiel inside of him in a way his angel never had been before. Despite that he strained for more.
"Cas," Dean begged. "Cas, please! Cas... more, harder... I-"
"Come for me, Dean. Now."
Helpless to resist, Dean did just that, pleasure rushing over him like molten lava as he felt something unknown almost click into place deep inside of him. It was swiftly followed by an equally strong wave of pleasure, love, fulfillment and his eyes fell closed as he felt his husband come within him.
Dean had no clue how much time passed as they lay there, still intertwined and sheltered in Castiel's wings as they both slowly came down from their high, but he didn't care either. Not so long as his husband was there with him then he was perfectly content and happy to remain there forever, just like that. Eventually Castiel shifted slightly and slipped out of him and he groaned his protest, turning into his angel as he was released, not yet ready to have it end. His husband's wings drew in tighter behind him, still cocooning them off from the rest of the world.
"So," Dean finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Did you get it all out of your system?"
"Maybe," Castiel replied coyly. "We'll see."
A little thrill ran down Dean's spine at the words even as he chuckled. "Good because then perhaps we can go back for that ice cream we didn't actually have in the end."
The next thing that Dean knew, his bond mate husband was holding two ice cream cones in one hand. The same two cones that his angel had gotten them earlier if he wasn't very much mistaken.
"Seriously?" Dean asked, startled.
Castiel merely shrugged, a slightly ashamed expression on his face and Dean threw he head back and laughed.
A.N.: Okay, so I was hoping that you guys might be able to help me with something. See, I'm trying to come up with a suitable location for a particular scene and I'm having some trouble. What I want is somewhere with ancient ruins that hasn't been mentioned in the fic yet. It can be anywhere in the world, but I seem to the Greco-Roman style in my head, but that can easily be changed.
Chapter 156
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, bare backing, Grace!sex, wing!fic
Word Count: 3,189
Summary: Lisa and Ben meet Castiel.
PRESENT
The startled gasps and reactions from both Lisa and Ben would have told Dean that his husband had simply appeared out of thin air behind him even if he hadn't been able to hear his angel's close arrival.
"Cas," Dean admonished, turning to give him a dark, disapproving look.
"They already know about the supernatural, so I did not feel that there was any need for pretenses," Castiel replied simply, but Dean wasn't fooled.
Not when he could feel his husband's emotions and jealous intentions. His angel wished to claim him right here and now before Lisa so that she would realize that he wasn't available and instead belonged to Castiel. The idea made it surprisingly hard to concentrate, especially when he could tell exactly what his husband had planned for him. He resisted as much as he could, though, not wanting to cause a public spectacle for one and definitely not wanting to scar Ben for life for another.
"Wait, he's Cas?" Lisa suddenly questioned, voice far higher than normal. "You married a guy? Are you bi?"
Dean sighed, turning back to look at her. "Yes, yes and yes. Lisa, Ben, meet Castiel. Cas, this is Lisa and Ben."
"I know," Castiel responded before stepping forwards to stand before Ben and holding out one of the three ice cream cones that he held. "I believe that this one is for you, Ben Braeden."
Ben's eyes were wide with shock, though from which part of all that had been so suddenly revealed to him, Dean didn't know. He felt bad for the boy, though, and wasn't quite sure what to do, but when Ben's eyes darted to him for guidance and permission, he nodded easily.
"It's okay, you can take it," Dean stated, knowing how much the boy loved rocky road ice cream. They'd been completely unable to have tub of it in the house for more than a few hours at most before it was gone. He still wasn't quite sure where Ben put it all, but vanish it most definitely did.
"Thank you," Ben said, taking the cone though he couldn't help but stare at Castiel. "What are you?"
"I am an angel of the Lord," Castiel replied easily.
"An angel?" Lisa demanded, voice almost hysterical now and Dean winced.
"Lis-"
"He's joking right? Please tell me that he's joking."
"I'm sorry."
Lisa paled dramatically at that and Dean took two quick steps forward, worried that she was going to faint or fall down. The action caused a flare of jealousy to zing across the bond which was accompanied by a growl from Castiel.
"Dude!" Ben exclaimed, though thankfully completely without fear.
Dean was glad for the small favor and cast his husband a slightly irritated glare when Castiel suddenly appeared beside him, the other two ice cream cones that his angel had held were now gone without a trace.
"She-" Castiel began with an abrupt hand gesture, both of which were cut short, at least out loud. "She hurt you!"
The words instantly swept away the rising irritation that Dean was starting to feel and affection swelled within him instead. It was followed swiftly by pleasure at the fact that his husband had managed to catch himself before uttering that statement out loud. He knew that once Castiel would not even have thought to do so, inadvertently embarrassing him even as his angel sought to defend him.
"Hey," Dean said softly, bringing a hand up to cup his husband's face. "I'm fine now, Cas. You already helped me get over that. And besides, if she hadn't done that then we'd never have had a chance to realize how we felt about each other and then where would we be?"
Castiel struggled with that logic, Dean could see it in his angel's eyes, but it was the plain truth. If Lisa had never broken up with him then he wouldn't be here with his husband. He almost shuddered to think of what might have happened instead, especially since the cage would still have deteriorated to the point of failure and the Apocalypse would have once again been on regardless of his personal situation. The only difference was that then he'd have had Lisa and Ben to worry about while also doing all that he could to stop it. How would things have gone differently then? Would Michael and Raphael have managed to see the truth if he'd been working from Cicero? Would he have been able to remain there? Or would he have had to leave and drag Lisa and Ben onto the road with him?
A slight cough from behind him abruptly reminded Dean that they had an audience and he broke his gaze from Castiel to look back at Lisa and Ben. The boy just seemed confused by what had happened, clearly not getting it and instead Ben was still spending most of his time staring at his husband and eating his ice cream. He wondered if it was the fact that Castiel was an angel that fascinated Ben so much or the fact that Castiel was his husband. Either way it appeared to be pretty harmless at this point, so he focused all of his attention on Lisa instead, sending the mental equivalent of a light shove at his husband when a strong arm snaked around his waist, settling there possessively after it had pulled him back against Castiel.
Lisa's color had gotten better and she seemed to have gotten over her initial shock enough to be able to compose herself and Dean couldn't help but smile at the reminder of part of why he'd been so drawn to her once. Though he'd never been particularly picky when it came to his one night stands, he'd definitely had a type when it came to those men and women that he'd spent more time with and both strength of character and will had been part of that. So it had been with both Cassie and Lisa and so it was with Castiel, as his husband eagerly demonstrated by tightening his grip on him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Cas," Dean declared firmly.
"Mine," Castiel replied simply.
The sentiment made Dean want to laugh but he suppressed it. Clearly his bond mate wasn't going to be reasoned with just now, though he was sure that the fact that he secretly didn't mind in the least wasn't helping. Not with the fact that the bond made that particular sentiment of his much less secret than it would once have been. The simple fact of the matter was that he'd almost always loved Castiel's jealous streak, both because it had caused the true start of their relationship and because some twisted part of him had used to crave that sentiment as proof that he was truly wanted and desired. Now of course he knew better, but he'd never quite lost the affinity for his angel's displays of jealousy or possession.
"Is he serious, Dean? Is he really an angel? An angel, angel?" Lisa questioned again, clearly not able to believe what she'd been told.
"Yes, he really is," Dean confirmed gently.
"An angel."
"I get that this is a lot all at once, even with all that you both already knew."
"But... you said that you were married to this Cas."
"I am, we are," Dean corrected, glancing back at his husband.
They must have done their staring thing again because when Dean turned his attention back to Lisa, she had a completely different expression on her face. It was now thoughtful and something else which he couldn't quite identify, but he didn't think that it was negative, so that was okay.
"Is that even allowed?"
"Of course," Castiel replied sharply.
"What he means is that we human have a pretty skewed view of angels and religion," Dean explained. "The Bible got more wrong than it got right."
"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Ben asked, confused.
"It seems to imply that angels are asexual," Castiel explained.
"Really? Why would anyone think that?"
"Uh," Dean began, unsure how to handle this one, knowing that Lisa might well disapprove of his explanation.
"I'll explain it later," Lisa said. "So it's allowed?"
"Yes, it's fine. Though that's not to say that some of his elder brothers didn't give me a hard time about it nonetheless, but no, it's not banned or forbidden or anything else like that."
"Not if the emotions behind the relationship are true," Castiel added. "Father would never disapprove of love."
If he'd not been held in place, Dean would have squirmed at the sudden shift in the tone of the conversation and where it was going. The absolute last thing that he wanted was for this whole thing to turn into one giant chick flick moment, a possibility which was made all the more distinctly possible by Lisa's very presence. The sheer number of romantic comedies that he'd been forced to sit through while in Cicero was something that he'd far rather never think about too closely ever again.
"I see," Lisa replied softly. "And love it clearly is."
Dean frowned as he looked over at her. "Lis?"
"Oh, please, I'm not blind, Dean. I've never seen you look at someone the way that you just looked at Castiel."
"Lisa, I-"
"Hush, it's okay," Lisa interrupted, taking a step towards him and then blinking in surprise before smiling when Castiel dragged him back a step, much to his chagrin. "Clearly I was wrong about a lot of things, but you know what? I'm glad that I was."
For once Dean didn't know what to say, his throat working silently as he searched her eyes for anything other than honesty but not finding it. He'd never really allowed himself to spend much time thinking about Lisa after she'd kicked him out, not only because it had always hurt far too much, but also because he'd never thought that any good could come of it. So things going as well as they were now? It was practically unthinkable and not all that long ago it would have led him to searching for whatever supernatural influence was causing it. Now, though, well maybe- just maybe- Castiel had finally managed to get him to consider that, perhaps sometimes, good things did actually happen.
"Thanks," Dean finally managed to utter, voice not quite as steady as he'd have liked it to have been.
"My pleasure," Lisa replied before shifting her gaze to glance over his shoulder at his husband. "Would you mind taking Ben aside for a moment, Castiel? I need to speak with Dean for a moment."
He was so sure that the request would draw a protest from his angel, if not an outright denial, that Dean was stunned when Castiel acquiesced easily. He floundered for a moment, not quite able to reconcile the behavior with his husband's earlier behavior and the possessive jealousy that he could even now still feel thrumming strong and vital across their bond. Then, however, he felt it, nestled securely amongst the other emotions, a surprised pleasure that Castiel was sheltering almost as if his angel believed that to give it too much attention would make it shatter and vanish.
It took Dean a little longer to realize that he'd caused those emotions and the fragile hope he felt along with it. His silent acknowledgement of the truth that Castiel had tried to get him to see from their very first meeting on Earth had caused this. It was humbling in a way.
"I hate to bring this up now, but Ben got into a fight at school recently and he, well..." Lisa began hesitantly.
"It's okay, he told me," Dean replied.
"He did? Really?"
"Yeah and he promised me that he wouldn't do it again."
"He what? Just like that?"
Dean frowned. "What's wrong, Lis?"
"He outright refused to do that earlier."
"Look, I hate to ask, but were you the one asking it from him or was it Milton?"
"It was both of us."
"Are you sure? Did you ask him yourself or were you just there when Milton did?"
"I..." Lisa began, then paused. "You think it's that?"
"Look, I really don't want to intrude on things which are none of my business, but from what I've seen Ben really doesn't like Milton. Like not even remotely."
"Don't I know it. He's been acting up more and more lately. I was really hoping that it was just a reaction to you not being there anymore at first, but it's only gotten worse since then, not better."
"Perhaps it'll get better now he knows that there's absolutely no chance that we'll get back together again."
"Yeah, perhaps."
"You don't think so?"
"Given some of the fights between them lately and Ben's behavior? No, not really."
"Sorry."
Lisa frowned, looking over at where Ben was shamelessly returning one of Castiel's blatant stares. "Do you think I'm wrong to stay with him? Milton?"
"Oh boy. I don't know? I'm hardly the person to ask about this. You know my history, Lisa."
"And yet look at you now; married if not quite settled down."
Dean laughed. "There is that. But about this? I don't know, I guess it depends on how serious you are about him. I mean he is quite different from the guys that you've dated in the past, not at all like the type you once told me you had."
"No, I know. It surprised me too, but it just seems to work."
"Well if it's that and not just some reaction to what happened with us and those before me, then I'd go for it. I'm sure Ben will see that he genuinely makes you happy eventually. Plus if Milton really cares for you as much, then he'll make an effort to change as well."
"Listen to you, I can hardly believe you're the same guy I knew before."
"Trust me, sometimes I hardly recognize myself," Dean admitted, though he had no regrets whatsoever.
"I'm happy for you, Dean," Lisa said honestly before she stepped close and kissed his cheek. "Don't be a stranger."
Then, before Dean could react to either of those things, Lisa had turned around and was walking away. No sooner had that registered then Castiel was beside him, a jealous growl low in his angel's throat.
"Mine," Castiel declared before the world dissolved around Dean.
When it reformed, Dean found himself in the back of the Impala. He barely had a chance to figure out that they weren't where he'd parked them before his husband was on him. Their clothes vanished and Castiel's hands were everywhere, mapping his meatsuit out possessively even as he felt a swell of emotions and power through the bond, letting his angel essentially do the same to his soul. He responded to it eagerly, finally able to just let go. He had a brief thought of exactly why it was that he'd hardly ever brought a guy back to the Impala when he was awkwardly pressed up against the door, but it was fleeting as the next thing he felt were feathers all along his back as he was both cocooned and cradled in his husband's wings.
"Cas," Dean moaned, arching up into his angel's touches.
"Mine," Castiel growled once more, pushing his way between his thighs.
Possessiveness flowed over the bond like a live thing and Dean eagerly soaked it up, allowing his angel to position him just as Castiel wanted him. The Grace light was already beginning to shine behind his husband's eyes and anticipation and desire coiled tightly within him. His husband claimed a kiss that was literally breathtaking and he absently wondered just how long they'd be able to keep it up if he didn't need to stop to breathe. The thought made him moan again at the mere idea of being intertwined both like that and further down.
Due to the emotions coursing through Castiel, his prep was less than normal, but Dean cried out and arched into the burn, loving every moment of it. His husband was usually so controlled that he absolutely loved driving his angel past that point like this. Coherent thought fled as his wrists were swept up above his head and held there though Castiel's hands never left his hips, keeping him pinned down precisely as his angel wanted him despite what should have been an awkward and cramped space. He mewled thoughtlessly as he was claimed, his breath hitching as Castiel shifted just enough to be able to reach his neck with his teeth.
The pleasure and arousal washed over Dean, driving him higher and closer to the brink and he was completely helpless to resist it. Pinned down as he was, he could only twist his hands slightly so as to grasp a few feathers and the edge of one delicate wing, both of which he tugged at as best he could given the way he was being restrained. Castiel growled and thrust into him, hard. He begged for more while struggling to keep his eyes open as the interior of his baby steadily filled with more and more of his husband's true form. It almost seemed stronger than before, the bond between them fully open and Castiel inside of him in a way his angel never had been before. Despite that he strained for more.
"Cas," Dean begged. "Cas, please! Cas... more, harder... I-"
"Come for me, Dean. Now."
Helpless to resist, Dean did just that, pleasure rushing over him like molten lava as he felt something unknown almost click into place deep inside of him. It was swiftly followed by an equally strong wave of pleasure, love, fulfillment and his eyes fell closed as he felt his husband come within him.
Dean had no clue how much time passed as they lay there, still intertwined and sheltered in Castiel's wings as they both slowly came down from their high, but he didn't care either. Not so long as his husband was there with him then he was perfectly content and happy to remain there forever, just like that. Eventually Castiel shifted slightly and slipped out of him and he groaned his protest, turning into his angel as he was released, not yet ready to have it end. His husband's wings drew in tighter behind him, still cocooning them off from the rest of the world.
"So," Dean finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Did you get it all out of your system?"
"Maybe," Castiel replied coyly. "We'll see."
A little thrill ran down Dean's spine at the words even as he chuckled. "Good because then perhaps we can go back for that ice cream we didn't actually have in the end."
The next thing that Dean knew, his bond mate husband was holding two ice cream cones in one hand. The same two cones that his angel had gotten them earlier if he wasn't very much mistaken.
"Seriously?" Dean asked, startled.
Castiel merely shrugged, a slightly ashamed expression on his face and Dean threw he head back and laughed.
A.N.: Okay, so I was hoping that you guys might be able to help me with something. See, I'm trying to come up with a suitable location for a particular scene and I'm having some trouble. What I want is somewhere with ancient ruins that hasn't been mentioned in the fic yet. It can be anywhere in the world, but I seem to the Greco-Roman style in my head, but that can easily be changed.
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