Unexpected Destinies Chapter 187
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing, Grace!sex
Word Count: 4,706
Summary: Dean and Michael take Sam to the apartment where Sam sees the Andaluzyian crystal and kalsika for the first time.
PRESENT
The moment that they landed in the living room, Dean's eyes sought out his and Castiel's Andaluzyian crystal. He hadn't quite realized until he saw it again just how much that he'd missed being able to just look at it or to reach out and touch it. To him it was the clear center piece of the room and he went straight for it, picking it up and smiling at the memories that it produced and the echo of their bonding emotions. He sent what he felt as a result along the bond to his husband and got a wave of similar emotions in return.
Now that they had a potential solution to their problems, Dean resolved to do what he could to make some more time with his husband. They'd had precious little of it as of late and the thought of facing Lucifer, even with Michael quite literally with him, filled him with a sense of foreboding.
"Nice," Sam said and Dean turned to find his little brother looking around. "Not bad at all, though it's really weird to think of you as having settled down somewhere."
"Yeah, well, Cas was injured," Dean shrugged, trying not to think of just how badly hurt his angel had been hurt. "He wanted to stay with me though, so I had to get somewhere that we wouldn't draw any attention to ourselves."
"I see. Still odd, though, especially with how clean it is, if a little dusty."
"That's 'cause no one's been here to dust, bitch."
"Excuses, jerk."
Almost as soon as his brother had mentioned it, the dust vanished and Dean sent Michael a smile. "Give me a few minutes to get everything together and then we can leave. I'll cancel the lease via e-mail later."
"What's that?" Sam asked, pointing to the iridescent crystal.
"It's one of the grounding items used during the angelic mating ritual. This one's an Andaluzyian crystal and was used in the final step. I've also got a kalsika in the bedroom which is used during what's best thought of as the engagement," Dean explained. "Mike can tell you all about it while I get everything together."
With that Dean left his brother and bond brother together in the living room. He dropped the crystal onto the stripped bed (his father's training still stuck in a lot of ways) and grabbed one of the duffels that he'd bought for this particular day as he'd always known that sooner or later they'd have to leave. Though he'd miss the place for some of the things that had happened here, he knew that they could do better and he planned on getting somewhere nicer if they survived the final showdown with Lucifer.
Not wanting to contemplate the possibility that they wouldn't too closely, Dean began shoving his extra clothing and the bedding that they'd acquired into the duffel. When he reached the special sheets that they used for the chocolate sauce, he smiled, looking forward to using them with the caramel sauce that Castiel wanted to try out. The crystal he tucked away carefully in the middle where it was sure to be safe even if he knew that Angelic Air was extremely unlikely to cause it to break. There were some things that he just wasn't willing to take any risks with whatsoever. Even with settling down, he hadn't acquired all that much, so he was soon done with the really warm earth toned blanket that his angel had gotten him in Nepal going on top.
He'd be able to start using that soon and Dean couldn't help but think back to the blanket that his mother had wrapped him in sometimes when he'd complained of being cold or feeling ill as a child. It had been lost in the fire along with everything else and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it up until now, so he looked forward to creating some good memories with this one, though, admittedly, they'd be of a whole 'nother nature than those he had of the first blanket. What they'd have in common, though, was that he'd be genuinely happy in both sets of memories.
In the bathroom there were only the extra bottles of the fancy shampoo and shower gel whose scent Castiel had taken a fancy to. Then Dean just had to grab their kalsika and he was done with clearing the first two rooms. He paused a moment or two just to savor the echoes of what both he and his husband had felt when initiating the kalsika but that was all that he needed. It was so much less than what he got to experience on a permanent basis now that it was hard to imagine how difficult it had been to let go of that first time. But since it proved just how strong their bond was and exactly how far he himself had come, he couldn't really bring himself to care too much about that.
"Okay, done in there," Dean said, stepping back into the living room only to find that Sam and Michael had gotten boxes from somewhere and had emptied the kitchen cupboards and packed away all of the books left behind here.
"Wow," Sam muttered in awe, staring at his and Castiel's kalsika.
Dean had grown so used to the kalsika's light show that he'd long since lost the initial awe of it and had instead moved more towards finding it soothing and comforting. It was what he'd both fallen asleep and woken up to for so long as to have become intimately familiar, but it didn't take much to remember just how stunning he'd initially found it.
"I take it that's your kalsika?" Sam inquired, moving forwards to get a better look at it.
"Yeah," Dean confirmed, sidestepping when his little brother reached out to touch it. "No offense, but it still retains the echoes of what Cas and I felt when we initiated it and that's kinda private."
Dean didn't know if he wanted to laugh or feel mildly insulted at the face that Sam pulled at that information or how quickly his little brother pulled his hand back.
"Oh, yeah, I see," Sam muttered, stepping back.
If Dean didn't want to protect the connection and bond he had with his husband so much, then he'd have shoved the kalsika at his little brother and let him feel just how much his angel meant to him, but he couldn't. His husband was his and he wasn't going to share that with anyone, not even if it could help make things easier with Sam. So, yeah, it seemed like his bond mate wasn't the only one with a jealous streak.
"Dean?" Castiel inquired over their bond.
"Yeah? Oh, oops, sorry, it's nothing," Dean replied, realizing just how firmly that he'd been clutching at the bond.
It was a little embarrassing but his angel's amusement made it all okay.
"Uh, is there anything else that you want to tell me, Dean? A new hobby perhaps?" Sam asked, voice pitched in that oh so annoying way that only little brothers could achieve.
Glancing over, Dean saw that Sam had found the pillow that his neighbor had made him. "Shut up, bitch," he retorted, snatching the pillow. "Neighbor made it for me after I fixed her car."
/
Finished with the last book on meditation that he had, Dean closed it and tossed it aside carelessly on the couch. He'd chosen to do his research on the comfort of the sofa today rather than in the library partially due to the subject matter he was studying and partially as he wasn't feeling up to sitting on the hard, uncomfortable chairs in the library any longer. They were fine for a short while, but he'd had another nightmare last night and without his husband to snuggle up to, he'd decided to get up and do something useful instead, rather than risk a repeat occurrence.
That some of the books had been in Enochian really hadn't helped him forget his dream, but Dean knew that they didn't have the luxury of indulging his sensibilities just now. Not with Lucifer revesseled and making up for lost time. Which meant just cracking on with it even if he'd rather not be reminded of the latest memory that he'd gotten from Michael. If they didn't have far more pressing matters to deal with first, he'd demand that they find an answer as to why this was happening to him, or them rather as he was sure that Michael would prefer that he didn't keep reliving the highlights (lowlights?) of his archangel's worst memories.
Dean had actually started his reading off in the library and had made really good progress by the time that Bobby had stuck his head in to see who was up. They'd had breakfast together with Gwen before the two of them had headed off to go collect some of the spell ingredients that Bobby had tracked down which his angels couldn't get. His ass had already been complaining by that time, so he'd decided to continue in the living room after the meal, which had prompted Gwen to light some of her scented candles in order to 'relax him' and help him get in the mood before she and Bobby had left. He'd heard Sam get up not long after, but his brother had pretty much made a beeline for the front door, cursing the weather as he went so Dean assumed that Sam had errands he wanted to run before they got snowed in.
That had been more hours ago than Dean liked to think about and his eyes felt dry and gritty. If he'd actually felt that he'd learned anything useful he wouldn't have minded so much, but he hadn't. Sure, he now knew all the different ways to go about meditating and allowing himself to slip into a deep trance like the one that the scrolls said it was necessary for him to reach in order to be able to help Michael perform the spell to bind Lucifer and Simiel's powers, but he didn't feel anymore prepared in order to actually do it. It all still struck him all as so much bull and he'd much rather just wing it as they had before all of the previous times that he and Michael had worked together. Pity for him that the focusing crystal apparently didn't work like that.
Stupid crystal.
With a good stretch, Dean eyed the fire place and decided that the ever growing pile of snow outside, especially since it wasn't even December!, meant that he could get a blaze going. Besides, s'mores made a good lunch and he doubted that they were something which his angel had tried before, an oversight that needed to be rectified at once now that he realized its existence.
Decision made, Dean got up and piled some of the wood that he'd already collected and brought in into the fire place along with some old newspaper. The thought of burning some of the books crossed his mind briefly and made him smile but he knew that Bobby and Sam would kill him if he did and he wasn't entirely sure that he could rely on his husband to save him in that particular scenario either. Which was a pity but knowing his luck, he'd end up burning precisely the book that they'd need to win the Apocalypse. The newspaper and kindling caught quickly and it wasn't long before he had a good blaze going.
Dean put the fire screen before it to make sure that the fire stayed in the hearth before he got up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a banana from the fruit basket on the way past before getting all of the s'more making supplies that he'd already acquired in preparation for exactly a day like this, though he hadn't really expected it to come quite so soon. By the time that he got back to the living room, he found that he was humming to himself and he wondered if that was going to become a new habit as he'd been doing it more and more as of late. He angel had even caught him singing last week. As long as it was all good stuff then he supposed that he shouldn't care too much. There were worse habits to have after all.
"Hey, Cas, you got some free time?" Dean sent silently as he removed the fire screen. "I'm about to make s'mores!"
There was the faint rustling of wings behind him.
"What are s'mores?" Castiel asked.
"Yummy, gooey chocolate and marshmallow goodness on a cracker," Dean replied, opening his banana and taking a bite as he motioned for his husband to join him on the soft rug before the hearth.
"So they are a dessert."
"Yep. Okay, so to make s'mores, you take a stick or skewer like this," Dean began, picking up one of the skewers that he'd brought out into the living room with him. "Then you take a marshmallow and put it onto the end, just far enough so that it won't fall off, but not any further either or it'll become hard to get off later."
His husband frowned as he picked up a marshmallow. "These are not natural."
"Nope," Dean agreed easily. "They're about as artificial as you can get, but damn are they good! Now once you have it on the skewer, you hold it over the fire like this." Castiel followed his lead and held his skewer over the fire when ready. "Good. Now, unless you like your marshmallow blackened, you need to keep an eye on it and turn it so that it doesn't burn. Personally I like them best slightly brown on all sides."
With his free hand, Dean pulled out two decent sized pieces of graham cracker and two big chunks of chocolate. He put the chocolate on the crackers and pushed the plate closer to the fire so that the heat would soften the chocolate.
"Are we going to put the marshmallows on those when they are ready?" Castiel inquired.
"Yep," Dean replied cheerfully, nothing that his angel's marshmallow was turning a perfect golden brown.
A perfect golden brown that he knew from years of s'more making experience was impossible to achieve. At least normally anyway. It amused him that his husband was cheating and using his Grace for this.
"Would this qualify as the type of snack which could give you a sugar high?" Castiel asked.
"If I ate enough of them, I suppose. Why?"
"I would like to see you on one."
Dean laughed. "What? Why?"
"Because you were extremely happy the last time Sam accused you of being on one. It was enjoyable to watch and experience."
Boy was Dean suddenly glad that none of the others were around as he'd never hear the end of it otherwise. That said, though, a part of him couldn't help but melt a little at his husband's words and the sentiment behind them. It went right along with his angel's comment from a few months ago that he didn't laugh enough and it seemed like Castiel was determined to change that no matter how it was achieved. Personally he thought that his bond mate already had as he knew that he laughed a lot more these days- not to mention the fact that he was infinitely happier- than before. But, hey, if someone wanted him to go on a sugar high, then who was he to either complain or refuse?
"How about this? When we get Lucifer you can take me somewhere where they have phenomenal desserts and I'll make sure that I get the sugar high of my life," Dean proposed.
"Why wait?" Castiel pressed. "Why not now?"
"Well, beyond the fact that Sam would kill me when he gets back?"
"Why?"
Dean snorted. "Because sugar high people are generally a generally a pain in the ass. They're hyper and giddy and tend to knock things over or mess things up. Not to mention that all of that energy and excitement alone can grate on the nerves of those not on a high. You saw how even Bobby was ready to strangle me the last time."
"Why?" Castiel frowned.
"Because it can be annoying. Since you can literally feel my high and therefore also experience it, you can't quite get how grating it can be."
"I would still like to see you on one."
"Like I said, definitely later."
His marshmallow ready, Dean pulled his skewer from the fire and pulled the plate closer. With a frown, he started picking at a small burnt bit but was quickly stopped by his angel who took care of it without risking a burn.
"Thanks," Dean said. "Now you take the marshmallow off the skewer and put it onto the chocolate and cracker."
Since his angel seemed so eager to help and save him sore fingers, Dean let Castiel do that bit while he put new marshmallows on the second set of skewers that he'd brought. They'd come in packs of six at the store and since one s'more was just never enough, he'd brought enough for two setups into the living room with him.
"The chocolate is starting to run off the crackers," Castiel warned.
"That's okay, it always happens. S'mores are supposed to be messy to eat, otherwise you haven't made them right."
"I've cooled the marshmallows enough to not burn your tongue and mouth."
"You're awesome," Dean stated, delighted.
Enthusiastically, he picked up his s'more and bit into it, making a loud sound of appreciation in the back of his throat as he did so. His husband was a little slower to act, but Dean watched closely as Castiel took his first bite. His angel's expression was pensive for a moment before his bond mate nodded once. So, pleasing for Castiel but not as big of a hit as some of the other things that he'd introduced his husband to.
"The mix of textures and tastes is pleasing," Castiel stated as soon as his mouth was clear.
"I hadn't thought of it like that," Dean admitted. "It's just always been a s'more to me."
The second set of marshmallows was ready by the time that Dean had finished his first one and he dove right into it, much to his angel's amusement.
/
Lazy as Dean was just now, Castiel could easily see the tension that Michael had mentioned and he frowned. Not only did he share his brother's concern about what his bond mate's instincts might mean, but he also wanted to see his hunter relax as he feared that things would move quickly now and that they wouldn't have the opportunity to unwind much before they had to face Lucifer.
Either some of his thoughts must have leaked out across their bond or his human was thinking the same thing because before Castiel could instigate anything, Dean was leaning towards him. He met the kiss halfway and started to bring his wings around to envelope his bond mate, but he froze when Dean reared back in shock and sudden fear.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, eyes wide as his bond mate clutched a hand to his chest.
"What's wrong?" Castiel demanded instantly alert.
"Nothing, I just... I saw your wings move through the fire and for a moment it made me think of..."
"Meg."
"Yeah."
The reminder made Castiel shudder but he could now easily understand why his bond mate had reacted the way that he had. That was all the time that he had for reflection, though, as Dean moved close once more and he'd far rather focus on his hunter instead. A quick scan of the building told him that they were alone, so he vanished their clothes.
When Castiel pulled back from the kiss in order to allow Dean to breathe, he was fascinated with the play of both fire and candle light over his bond mate. The dancing pattern of light and shadow caressed his hunter's skin like a lover, teasingly revealing and hiding the beloved skin and freckles. He leaned down to where some of the shadow played, licking and kissing the skin, making his bond mate moan. In response, Dean's hands came to rest in his wings and before he'd even really thought of it, he'd shifted his right set of wings forward, giving his human better access to the scared silvery feathers located there.
It was only because Meg had just been mentioned that Castiel was even aware of doing it and he marveled at the action and his own change in attitude towards those feathers. When it had first become obvious that the wound would scar rather than heal properly, he'd been horrified and hated the blight on his wings. Dean's attentions and constant reassurances, though, had clearly affected him more than he'd ever thought even possible and he was glad for it.
Then his hunter shifted his head, seeking out his lips once more and Castiel obliged even as he pulled Dean close, into his lap. His bond mate came easily and he swept his hands up the broad expanse of his human's back and he suddenly couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel wings there. Having never had a lover before Dean, he truly didn't know but he had no idea why the thought occurred to him now.
The moment that his bond mate's fingers found his oil glands, though, all rational thought fled and Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth. The expert fingers continued to milk him and his hands tightened on his hunter's hips and he used the hold as leverage to pull his bond mate down on top of him when he leaned back onto the rug before the fire. The change in position brought their weeping cocks together and he bucked up automatically, desperately seeking more friction. Dean ground down at the same time and they moaned, the sound suddenly louder when his hunter released his lips and pulled up just enough to see his face.
Castiel opened his own eyes and his breath caught at the sight. Dean's hair and eyes now had the shadow play that his skin had earlier as the fire and candle light danced across them, alternatively painting them in light or darkness. It made his hunter even more breathtaking and he reached up to pull his bond mate back down into another kiss. It was a brief one, though, as Dean shifted slightly and began nipping at his jaw instead before drifting lower. He moaned once more as those clever lips found one of his nipples at the same time as Dean's hand found his cock, slicking it with his own oil.
That confused Castiel for a moment as the emotions he felt along their bond indicated that his human wanted to be in charge today, but then he let it go. Whatever Dean wanted to do would be fine with him though he couldn't still a little noise of protest when his bond mate's touch vanished from his aching erection. He felt Dean smile against his skin before the touch was back, further down. His bond mate toyed with his balls and Castiel began to writhe, wings flapping restlessly before the innermost pair came to fold around his hunter. Though it cut off the firelight somewhat, he was hoping that the sensation of soft feathers on sensitive skin might spur his bond mate on to move faster. In response, Dean bit down on the skin that his hunter had been kissing a moment before and he moaned. Before he could try to tempt Dean in some other fashion, though, his human's head moved lower and a slick finger circled his entrance.
Castiel shifted his hips slightly to give Dean better access even as he felt his glands start to produce more oil. He had the brief thought that the rug would smell of him before it became irrelevant as his bond mate's finger slipped into him and Dean began prepping him. Since they were alone in the house, he allowed some of his Grace to slip free of his vessel to reach out and caress his bond mate directly. This time it was Dean who moaned and Castiel nearly groaned as his hunter abandoned the skin of his chest in order to turn his face into his Grace, nuzzling it. Their eyes met and probably would have held if his hunter hadn't used that moment to stop stretching him and reached out to his prostate instead.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out. "Now, please, Beloved!"
"Now what, Cas?" Dean teased, though Castiel could feel how close his human's restraint was to snapping.
"Take me. Fuck me!"
He hadn't used those particular words for a while, but Castiel could tell that they still had the same impact as before on his bond mate by the way that Dean reacted, bucking against him before pulling his hand free. The feeling of loss was immediately ameliorated by the fact that his beloved's hand went straight for his nearest oil gland and began to milk it. Not wanting to miss what came next, he pushed himself up onto his elbows to watch Dean slick himself up. The view was made even more breathtaking by the play of firelight on his bond mate's sweat slicked body.
"Beloved," Castiel breathed, catching Dean's attention.
Their eyes locked and held and Castiel could feel their bond surging with both of their attention fully focused on it. Then his hunter surged forwards physically as well, claiming his lips even as Dean shifted and he could feel his bond mate's cock nudging at his entrance. He moaned into his human's mouth as Dean slid in in one smooth and easy thrust.
"Cas," Dean moaned against his lips.
"Dean," Castiel replied, tightening his arms and wings around his bond mate.
The tendril of Grace that Castiel had allowed out snaked over Dean's skin, caressing it as his bond mate set up a slow pace, clearly determined to drag this out as much as possible. Whether it was because of the lazy feel that had come before or something else entirely he didn't know, but he enjoyed the slow, steady pace. It allowed him to really feel his bond mate moving above him and the drag and thrust of Dean's cock deep within him. The fact that his hunter wasn't yet hitting his prostate allowed him to maintain his focus and he savored it, running his hands down his bond mate's sides, to Dean's hips and then back up his human's back and then back down to Dean's undulating hips once more.
Unusually for an angel, time lost all meaning for Castiel and he had no idea for how long they moved together like that. All he knew was that somewhere along the line Dean had pulled his head back just far enough so that they could look each other in the eye and his gaze locked onto those beloved eyes that currently flickered from black to viridian green in the dancing firelight. All he knew was that the speed and mood shifted the moment that Dean adjusted the angle of his thrusts and hit his prostate head on. He threw his head back with a wordless cry and his hunter used the opportunity to latch onto the soft skin of his throat. The sudden sharp nips made him lower his head to chase those disobedient lips and their resulting kiss became a duel of wills which Dean won but only due to a well-timed thrust of his hunter's hips.
Then Castiel could feel Dean starting to lose himself as his bond mate's orgasm struck and he began to come as well due to the feel of his hunter's doing so and the flood of hot cum deep within him. His Grace surged forwards, engulfing his bond mate as he came and Castiel was vaguely aware of Dean crying out at that, but the sensations from their bond told him that it was from extreme pleasure.
A.N.:RL hates me just now, it really does. Right after The Incident guess what happened? My laptop's HD has started to act up. $#@$^%$!!! Anyway, someone's going to attempt to fix it this weekend, but if I vanish again for a little while, that's why as I have no other means of accessing the internet at home.
Anyway, I hope you like the new chapter.
Chapter 188
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, wing!fic, bare backing, Grace!sex
Word Count: 4,706
Summary: Dean and Michael take Sam to the apartment where Sam sees the Andaluzyian crystal and kalsika for the first time.
PRESENT
The moment that they landed in the living room, Dean's eyes sought out his and Castiel's Andaluzyian crystal. He hadn't quite realized until he saw it again just how much that he'd missed being able to just look at it or to reach out and touch it. To him it was the clear center piece of the room and he went straight for it, picking it up and smiling at the memories that it produced and the echo of their bonding emotions. He sent what he felt as a result along the bond to his husband and got a wave of similar emotions in return.
Now that they had a potential solution to their problems, Dean resolved to do what he could to make some more time with his husband. They'd had precious little of it as of late and the thought of facing Lucifer, even with Michael quite literally with him, filled him with a sense of foreboding.
"Nice," Sam said and Dean turned to find his little brother looking around. "Not bad at all, though it's really weird to think of you as having settled down somewhere."
"Yeah, well, Cas was injured," Dean shrugged, trying not to think of just how badly hurt his angel had been hurt. "He wanted to stay with me though, so I had to get somewhere that we wouldn't draw any attention to ourselves."
"I see. Still odd, though, especially with how clean it is, if a little dusty."
"That's 'cause no one's been here to dust, bitch."
"Excuses, jerk."
Almost as soon as his brother had mentioned it, the dust vanished and Dean sent Michael a smile. "Give me a few minutes to get everything together and then we can leave. I'll cancel the lease via e-mail later."
"What's that?" Sam asked, pointing to the iridescent crystal.
"It's one of the grounding items used during the angelic mating ritual. This one's an Andaluzyian crystal and was used in the final step. I've also got a kalsika in the bedroom which is used during what's best thought of as the engagement," Dean explained. "Mike can tell you all about it while I get everything together."
With that Dean left his brother and bond brother together in the living room. He dropped the crystal onto the stripped bed (his father's training still stuck in a lot of ways) and grabbed one of the duffels that he'd bought for this particular day as he'd always known that sooner or later they'd have to leave. Though he'd miss the place for some of the things that had happened here, he knew that they could do better and he planned on getting somewhere nicer if they survived the final showdown with Lucifer.
Not wanting to contemplate the possibility that they wouldn't too closely, Dean began shoving his extra clothing and the bedding that they'd acquired into the duffel. When he reached the special sheets that they used for the chocolate sauce, he smiled, looking forward to using them with the caramel sauce that Castiel wanted to try out. The crystal he tucked away carefully in the middle where it was sure to be safe even if he knew that Angelic Air was extremely unlikely to cause it to break. There were some things that he just wasn't willing to take any risks with whatsoever. Even with settling down, he hadn't acquired all that much, so he was soon done with the really warm earth toned blanket that his angel had gotten him in Nepal going on top.
He'd be able to start using that soon and Dean couldn't help but think back to the blanket that his mother had wrapped him in sometimes when he'd complained of being cold or feeling ill as a child. It had been lost in the fire along with everything else and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it up until now, so he looked forward to creating some good memories with this one, though, admittedly, they'd be of a whole 'nother nature than those he had of the first blanket. What they'd have in common, though, was that he'd be genuinely happy in both sets of memories.
In the bathroom there were only the extra bottles of the fancy shampoo and shower gel whose scent Castiel had taken a fancy to. Then Dean just had to grab their kalsika and he was done with clearing the first two rooms. He paused a moment or two just to savor the echoes of what both he and his husband had felt when initiating the kalsika but that was all that he needed. It was so much less than what he got to experience on a permanent basis now that it was hard to imagine how difficult it had been to let go of that first time. But since it proved just how strong their bond was and exactly how far he himself had come, he couldn't really bring himself to care too much about that.
"Okay, done in there," Dean said, stepping back into the living room only to find that Sam and Michael had gotten boxes from somewhere and had emptied the kitchen cupboards and packed away all of the books left behind here.
"Wow," Sam muttered in awe, staring at his and Castiel's kalsika.
Dean had grown so used to the kalsika's light show that he'd long since lost the initial awe of it and had instead moved more towards finding it soothing and comforting. It was what he'd both fallen asleep and woken up to for so long as to have become intimately familiar, but it didn't take much to remember just how stunning he'd initially found it.
"I take it that's your kalsika?" Sam inquired, moving forwards to get a better look at it.
"Yeah," Dean confirmed, sidestepping when his little brother reached out to touch it. "No offense, but it still retains the echoes of what Cas and I felt when we initiated it and that's kinda private."
Dean didn't know if he wanted to laugh or feel mildly insulted at the face that Sam pulled at that information or how quickly his little brother pulled his hand back.
"Oh, yeah, I see," Sam muttered, stepping back.
If Dean didn't want to protect the connection and bond he had with his husband so much, then he'd have shoved the kalsika at his little brother and let him feel just how much his angel meant to him, but he couldn't. His husband was his and he wasn't going to share that with anyone, not even if it could help make things easier with Sam. So, yeah, it seemed like his bond mate wasn't the only one with a jealous streak.
"Dean?" Castiel inquired over their bond.
"Yeah? Oh, oops, sorry, it's nothing," Dean replied, realizing just how firmly that he'd been clutching at the bond.
It was a little embarrassing but his angel's amusement made it all okay.
"Uh, is there anything else that you want to tell me, Dean? A new hobby perhaps?" Sam asked, voice pitched in that oh so annoying way that only little brothers could achieve.
Glancing over, Dean saw that Sam had found the pillow that his neighbor had made him. "Shut up, bitch," he retorted, snatching the pillow. "Neighbor made it for me after I fixed her car."
/
Finished with the last book on meditation that he had, Dean closed it and tossed it aside carelessly on the couch. He'd chosen to do his research on the comfort of the sofa today rather than in the library partially due to the subject matter he was studying and partially as he wasn't feeling up to sitting on the hard, uncomfortable chairs in the library any longer. They were fine for a short while, but he'd had another nightmare last night and without his husband to snuggle up to, he'd decided to get up and do something useful instead, rather than risk a repeat occurrence.
That some of the books had been in Enochian really hadn't helped him forget his dream, but Dean knew that they didn't have the luxury of indulging his sensibilities just now. Not with Lucifer revesseled and making up for lost time. Which meant just cracking on with it even if he'd rather not be reminded of the latest memory that he'd gotten from Michael. If they didn't have far more pressing matters to deal with first, he'd demand that they find an answer as to why this was happening to him, or them rather as he was sure that Michael would prefer that he didn't keep reliving the highlights (lowlights?) of his archangel's worst memories.
Dean had actually started his reading off in the library and had made really good progress by the time that Bobby had stuck his head in to see who was up. They'd had breakfast together with Gwen before the two of them had headed off to go collect some of the spell ingredients that Bobby had tracked down which his angels couldn't get. His ass had already been complaining by that time, so he'd decided to continue in the living room after the meal, which had prompted Gwen to light some of her scented candles in order to 'relax him' and help him get in the mood before she and Bobby had left. He'd heard Sam get up not long after, but his brother had pretty much made a beeline for the front door, cursing the weather as he went so Dean assumed that Sam had errands he wanted to run before they got snowed in.
That had been more hours ago than Dean liked to think about and his eyes felt dry and gritty. If he'd actually felt that he'd learned anything useful he wouldn't have minded so much, but he hadn't. Sure, he now knew all the different ways to go about meditating and allowing himself to slip into a deep trance like the one that the scrolls said it was necessary for him to reach in order to be able to help Michael perform the spell to bind Lucifer and Simiel's powers, but he didn't feel anymore prepared in order to actually do it. It all still struck him all as so much bull and he'd much rather just wing it as they had before all of the previous times that he and Michael had worked together. Pity for him that the focusing crystal apparently didn't work like that.
Stupid crystal.
With a good stretch, Dean eyed the fire place and decided that the ever growing pile of snow outside, especially since it wasn't even December!, meant that he could get a blaze going. Besides, s'mores made a good lunch and he doubted that they were something which his angel had tried before, an oversight that needed to be rectified at once now that he realized its existence.
Decision made, Dean got up and piled some of the wood that he'd already collected and brought in into the fire place along with some old newspaper. The thought of burning some of the books crossed his mind briefly and made him smile but he knew that Bobby and Sam would kill him if he did and he wasn't entirely sure that he could rely on his husband to save him in that particular scenario either. Which was a pity but knowing his luck, he'd end up burning precisely the book that they'd need to win the Apocalypse. The newspaper and kindling caught quickly and it wasn't long before he had a good blaze going.
Dean put the fire screen before it to make sure that the fire stayed in the hearth before he got up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a banana from the fruit basket on the way past before getting all of the s'more making supplies that he'd already acquired in preparation for exactly a day like this, though he hadn't really expected it to come quite so soon. By the time that he got back to the living room, he found that he was humming to himself and he wondered if that was going to become a new habit as he'd been doing it more and more as of late. He angel had even caught him singing last week. As long as it was all good stuff then he supposed that he shouldn't care too much. There were worse habits to have after all.
"Hey, Cas, you got some free time?" Dean sent silently as he removed the fire screen. "I'm about to make s'mores!"
There was the faint rustling of wings behind him.
"What are s'mores?" Castiel asked.
"Yummy, gooey chocolate and marshmallow goodness on a cracker," Dean replied, opening his banana and taking a bite as he motioned for his husband to join him on the soft rug before the hearth.
"So they are a dessert."
"Yep. Okay, so to make s'mores, you take a stick or skewer like this," Dean began, picking up one of the skewers that he'd brought out into the living room with him. "Then you take a marshmallow and put it onto the end, just far enough so that it won't fall off, but not any further either or it'll become hard to get off later."
His husband frowned as he picked up a marshmallow. "These are not natural."
"Nope," Dean agreed easily. "They're about as artificial as you can get, but damn are they good! Now once you have it on the skewer, you hold it over the fire like this." Castiel followed his lead and held his skewer over the fire when ready. "Good. Now, unless you like your marshmallow blackened, you need to keep an eye on it and turn it so that it doesn't burn. Personally I like them best slightly brown on all sides."
With his free hand, Dean pulled out two decent sized pieces of graham cracker and two big chunks of chocolate. He put the chocolate on the crackers and pushed the plate closer to the fire so that the heat would soften the chocolate.
"Are we going to put the marshmallows on those when they are ready?" Castiel inquired.
"Yep," Dean replied cheerfully, nothing that his angel's marshmallow was turning a perfect golden brown.
A perfect golden brown that he knew from years of s'more making experience was impossible to achieve. At least normally anyway. It amused him that his husband was cheating and using his Grace for this.
"Would this qualify as the type of snack which could give you a sugar high?" Castiel asked.
"If I ate enough of them, I suppose. Why?"
"I would like to see you on one."
Dean laughed. "What? Why?"
"Because you were extremely happy the last time Sam accused you of being on one. It was enjoyable to watch and experience."
Boy was Dean suddenly glad that none of the others were around as he'd never hear the end of it otherwise. That said, though, a part of him couldn't help but melt a little at his husband's words and the sentiment behind them. It went right along with his angel's comment from a few months ago that he didn't laugh enough and it seemed like Castiel was determined to change that no matter how it was achieved. Personally he thought that his bond mate already had as he knew that he laughed a lot more these days- not to mention the fact that he was infinitely happier- than before. But, hey, if someone wanted him to go on a sugar high, then who was he to either complain or refuse?
"How about this? When we get Lucifer you can take me somewhere where they have phenomenal desserts and I'll make sure that I get the sugar high of my life," Dean proposed.
"Why wait?" Castiel pressed. "Why not now?"
"Well, beyond the fact that Sam would kill me when he gets back?"
"Why?"
Dean snorted. "Because sugar high people are generally a generally a pain in the ass. They're hyper and giddy and tend to knock things over or mess things up. Not to mention that all of that energy and excitement alone can grate on the nerves of those not on a high. You saw how even Bobby was ready to strangle me the last time."
"Why?" Castiel frowned.
"Because it can be annoying. Since you can literally feel my high and therefore also experience it, you can't quite get how grating it can be."
"I would still like to see you on one."
"Like I said, definitely later."
His marshmallow ready, Dean pulled his skewer from the fire and pulled the plate closer. With a frown, he started picking at a small burnt bit but was quickly stopped by his angel who took care of it without risking a burn.
"Thanks," Dean said. "Now you take the marshmallow off the skewer and put it onto the chocolate and cracker."
Since his angel seemed so eager to help and save him sore fingers, Dean let Castiel do that bit while he put new marshmallows on the second set of skewers that he'd brought. They'd come in packs of six at the store and since one s'more was just never enough, he'd brought enough for two setups into the living room with him.
"The chocolate is starting to run off the crackers," Castiel warned.
"That's okay, it always happens. S'mores are supposed to be messy to eat, otherwise you haven't made them right."
"I've cooled the marshmallows enough to not burn your tongue and mouth."
"You're awesome," Dean stated, delighted.
Enthusiastically, he picked up his s'more and bit into it, making a loud sound of appreciation in the back of his throat as he did so. His husband was a little slower to act, but Dean watched closely as Castiel took his first bite. His angel's expression was pensive for a moment before his bond mate nodded once. So, pleasing for Castiel but not as big of a hit as some of the other things that he'd introduced his husband to.
"The mix of textures and tastes is pleasing," Castiel stated as soon as his mouth was clear.
"I hadn't thought of it like that," Dean admitted. "It's just always been a s'more to me."
The second set of marshmallows was ready by the time that Dean had finished his first one and he dove right into it, much to his angel's amusement.
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Lazy as Dean was just now, Castiel could easily see the tension that Michael had mentioned and he frowned. Not only did he share his brother's concern about what his bond mate's instincts might mean, but he also wanted to see his hunter relax as he feared that things would move quickly now and that they wouldn't have the opportunity to unwind much before they had to face Lucifer.
Either some of his thoughts must have leaked out across their bond or his human was thinking the same thing because before Castiel could instigate anything, Dean was leaning towards him. He met the kiss halfway and started to bring his wings around to envelope his bond mate, but he froze when Dean reared back in shock and sudden fear.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, eyes wide as his bond mate clutched a hand to his chest.
"What's wrong?" Castiel demanded instantly alert.
"Nothing, I just... I saw your wings move through the fire and for a moment it made me think of..."
"Meg."
"Yeah."
The reminder made Castiel shudder but he could now easily understand why his bond mate had reacted the way that he had. That was all the time that he had for reflection, though, as Dean moved close once more and he'd far rather focus on his hunter instead. A quick scan of the building told him that they were alone, so he vanished their clothes.
When Castiel pulled back from the kiss in order to allow Dean to breathe, he was fascinated with the play of both fire and candle light over his bond mate. The dancing pattern of light and shadow caressed his hunter's skin like a lover, teasingly revealing and hiding the beloved skin and freckles. He leaned down to where some of the shadow played, licking and kissing the skin, making his bond mate moan. In response, Dean's hands came to rest in his wings and before he'd even really thought of it, he'd shifted his right set of wings forward, giving his human better access to the scared silvery feathers located there.
It was only because Meg had just been mentioned that Castiel was even aware of doing it and he marveled at the action and his own change in attitude towards those feathers. When it had first become obvious that the wound would scar rather than heal properly, he'd been horrified and hated the blight on his wings. Dean's attentions and constant reassurances, though, had clearly affected him more than he'd ever thought even possible and he was glad for it.
Then his hunter shifted his head, seeking out his lips once more and Castiel obliged even as he pulled Dean close, into his lap. His bond mate came easily and he swept his hands up the broad expanse of his human's back and he suddenly couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel wings there. Having never had a lover before Dean, he truly didn't know but he had no idea why the thought occurred to him now.
The moment that his bond mate's fingers found his oil glands, though, all rational thought fled and Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth. The expert fingers continued to milk him and his hands tightened on his hunter's hips and he used the hold as leverage to pull his bond mate down on top of him when he leaned back onto the rug before the fire. The change in position brought their weeping cocks together and he bucked up automatically, desperately seeking more friction. Dean ground down at the same time and they moaned, the sound suddenly louder when his hunter released his lips and pulled up just enough to see his face.
Castiel opened his own eyes and his breath caught at the sight. Dean's hair and eyes now had the shadow play that his skin had earlier as the fire and candle light danced across them, alternatively painting them in light or darkness. It made his hunter even more breathtaking and he reached up to pull his bond mate back down into another kiss. It was a brief one, though, as Dean shifted slightly and began nipping at his jaw instead before drifting lower. He moaned once more as those clever lips found one of his nipples at the same time as Dean's hand found his cock, slicking it with his own oil.
That confused Castiel for a moment as the emotions he felt along their bond indicated that his human wanted to be in charge today, but then he let it go. Whatever Dean wanted to do would be fine with him though he couldn't still a little noise of protest when his bond mate's touch vanished from his aching erection. He felt Dean smile against his skin before the touch was back, further down. His bond mate toyed with his balls and Castiel began to writhe, wings flapping restlessly before the innermost pair came to fold around his hunter. Though it cut off the firelight somewhat, he was hoping that the sensation of soft feathers on sensitive skin might spur his bond mate on to move faster. In response, Dean bit down on the skin that his hunter had been kissing a moment before and he moaned. Before he could try to tempt Dean in some other fashion, though, his human's head moved lower and a slick finger circled his entrance.
Castiel shifted his hips slightly to give Dean better access even as he felt his glands start to produce more oil. He had the brief thought that the rug would smell of him before it became irrelevant as his bond mate's finger slipped into him and Dean began prepping him. Since they were alone in the house, he allowed some of his Grace to slip free of his vessel to reach out and caress his bond mate directly. This time it was Dean who moaned and Castiel nearly groaned as his hunter abandoned the skin of his chest in order to turn his face into his Grace, nuzzling it. Their eyes met and probably would have held if his hunter hadn't used that moment to stop stretching him and reached out to his prostate instead.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out. "Now, please, Beloved!"
"Now what, Cas?" Dean teased, though Castiel could feel how close his human's restraint was to snapping.
"Take me. Fuck me!"
He hadn't used those particular words for a while, but Castiel could tell that they still had the same impact as before on his bond mate by the way that Dean reacted, bucking against him before pulling his hand free. The feeling of loss was immediately ameliorated by the fact that his beloved's hand went straight for his nearest oil gland and began to milk it. Not wanting to miss what came next, he pushed himself up onto his elbows to watch Dean slick himself up. The view was made even more breathtaking by the play of firelight on his bond mate's sweat slicked body.
"Beloved," Castiel breathed, catching Dean's attention.
Their eyes locked and held and Castiel could feel their bond surging with both of their attention fully focused on it. Then his hunter surged forwards physically as well, claiming his lips even as Dean shifted and he could feel his bond mate's cock nudging at his entrance. He moaned into his human's mouth as Dean slid in in one smooth and easy thrust.
"Cas," Dean moaned against his lips.
"Dean," Castiel replied, tightening his arms and wings around his bond mate.
The tendril of Grace that Castiel had allowed out snaked over Dean's skin, caressing it as his bond mate set up a slow pace, clearly determined to drag this out as much as possible. Whether it was because of the lazy feel that had come before or something else entirely he didn't know, but he enjoyed the slow, steady pace. It allowed him to really feel his bond mate moving above him and the drag and thrust of Dean's cock deep within him. The fact that his hunter wasn't yet hitting his prostate allowed him to maintain his focus and he savored it, running his hands down his bond mate's sides, to Dean's hips and then back up his human's back and then back down to Dean's undulating hips once more.
Unusually for an angel, time lost all meaning for Castiel and he had no idea for how long they moved together like that. All he knew was that somewhere along the line Dean had pulled his head back just far enough so that they could look each other in the eye and his gaze locked onto those beloved eyes that currently flickered from black to viridian green in the dancing firelight. All he knew was that the speed and mood shifted the moment that Dean adjusted the angle of his thrusts and hit his prostate head on. He threw his head back with a wordless cry and his hunter used the opportunity to latch onto the soft skin of his throat. The sudden sharp nips made him lower his head to chase those disobedient lips and their resulting kiss became a duel of wills which Dean won but only due to a well-timed thrust of his hunter's hips.
Then Castiel could feel Dean starting to lose himself as his bond mate's orgasm struck and he began to come as well due to the feel of his hunter's doing so and the flood of hot cum deep within him. His Grace surged forwards, engulfing his bond mate as he came and Castiel was vaguely aware of Dean crying out at that, but the sensations from their bond told him that it was from extreme pleasure.
A.N.:RL hates me just now, it really does. Right after The Incident guess what happened? My laptop's HD has started to act up. $#@$^%$!!! Anyway, someone's going to attempt to fix it this weekend, but if I vanish again for a little while, that's why as I have no other means of accessing the internet at home.
Anyway, I hope you like the new chapter.
Chapter 188