Unexpected Destinies Chapter 27
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
Word Count: 2,699
Summary: The morning after and an unexpected, not to mention unwelcome, visitor.
PAST
Consciousness returned to Dean as lazily as it tended to do whenever his lover was close and he savored the knowledge, loath to give up sleep. He wasn't sure how long it took him to drift into a more aware state, but he knew it was far longer than normal for him. Eventually his surroundings came into focus enough for him to realize that he was still pressed up against Castiel, though he seemed to have been shifted down enough to be cradled against his angel's chest with his head resting on a shoulder.
A part of him protested the position, such an obvious chick one, but Dean shoved it aside. He should be thankful Castiel had stuck around at all given that angels didn't sleep instead of complaining about the way he was being held. Besides, it kinda made sense if he thought about it for a moment. Cas liked to watch him, especially when he slept, and the way he'd fallen asleep, with his face pressed into the crook of the angel's neck, didn't allow for that. This position did. He wondered when the idea of being watched while sleeping had stopped creeping him out when it came to his lover.
Lover.
He'd tried to shy away from the label before, even if it had slipped through at times, but even Dean knew he couldn't do that anymore. Not after last night. He'd given Castiel a frigging blowjob after all and oral sex was still sex in his book, despite what certain presidents might have to say on the issue.
"Good morning, Dean," Castiel said.
"Mmmh," Dean replied, not quite willing to wake up the rest of the way just yet.
Instead he tightened his grip on the angel's waist and settled in deeper, ignoring the little laugh that earned him. The hand that came up to run through his hair was also nice and it made Dean realize that Castiel's other hand had already been touching him, tracing along his exposed shoulder. Wait, he was lying on his right side, which meant that...
Dean opened one eye enough to see that, yes, Castiel was tracing the outline of the mark he'd left. Dean huffed, his angel was apparently possessive. Instead of triggering some kind of automatic objection or defense, it served to soothe him in a bizarre way. It allowed him to think that Castiel would stick around as long as Heaven needed stuff done on Earth.
Now that he'd opened one eye, Dean reluctantly opened the other though it took him a moment to focus them given his position. What came into view was nice though, a smooth expanse of pale, lightly muscled skin with a dusky nipple not to far from where his head lay. He contemplated the nipple for a moment before shifting his position slightly so he could open his mouth and lick it, earning himself a moan.
"Morning," Dean said with a smile before he did it again.
Then he shifted some more so he get at the nipple with his teeth, nipping it lightly. The change in position had turned him enough that his morning erection was pressed up against Castiel's thigh and he started rocking against in automatically. By the time he realized what he was doing, Castiel was pulling him up the bed and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. He moaned his approval and then did so again as his angel shifted beneath him so they were facing each other and he could feel his lover's hardening cock against his own.
"Dean?"
Not entirely sure what Castiel wanted, Dean answered what he thought it might be. "'s called morning wood, most guys have an erection in the morning."
"Every morning?"
"Mostly."
"So, before too?"
"Yeah."
"I see. My apologies."
"Your apologies?" Dean stopped the lazy movements of his hips and pulled back a bit so he could see the angel's face. "What are you sorry for?"
"For not knowing about it before to help you with it."
"No, no, no, Cas, just no. You didn't know about it because I didn't tell you and purposefully made sure you didn't feel it. See, I didn't want to rush you into anything, still don't, as sex is about feeling good and sharing something with someone else. If something doesn't feel right, then it shouldn't be done. If anything, I'm the one that needs to be sorry."
"Why?"
"Because I was going to take things slow, let you get used to them, but I kinda blew that last night."
"No, Dean, last night was very good. I liked it very much."
Dean snorted. "Wow, very good, huh?"
"Yes. I now wish we had gotten to it sooner as I like touching you and watching you as you ejaculate, or ejaculating myself."
He couldn't help it, despite the situation and his growing need, Dean dropped his head to Castiel's shoulder and laughed. The angel had said ejaculate!
"Dean?"
"Coming," Dean managed to say. "We call it coming, not ejaculating."
"But it is ejaculating."
"Yes, but we call it coming, just like we'd say that we had sex instead of saying we copulated."
"Well, I liked watching you come and coming myself."
"I thought you would, most people do and..."
"And what?"
"And future you liked sex, you know, when Zachariah sent me to 2014. You like it very much then."
Castiel frowned at him, clearly reading more in his tone and he tried to push the memory aside, not wanting it to ruin the mood.
"I liked the blowjob too," his angel admitted.
"Yeah? That's good. I liked the hand job you gave me, and speaking of which, how about another one now, huh?"
With that, Dean reached down and took hold of both of their cocks with his hand, wringing groans out of both of them. He smeared their precum down the shafts to alleviate any discomfort before he started rocking against Castiel.
"Do you like this, Cas?"
"Yes! Very much so."
Even as he watched, Dean could see Castiel's eyes dilate and uninhibited pleasure came over his features. It was liberating in a way, to watch someone just enjoy themselves like this, without any of the censors of modern society. He could even start to see why Cas liked watching him so much if this is what he saw. As always, it only took his lover a few repetitions to catch on to what he was doing and then Castiel was rocking into his fist as well, their cocks rubbing up against each other. He tightened his grip and bent down to bite at the base of his angel's throat even though he knew the mark wouldn't last long. Castiel's hands clutched at him as he moaned his name and made an assortment of delicious little sounds.
The hitch in Cas' breathing told Dean his lover was about to come and he meant to pull back so he could watch, but just then the angel's hand found his scar and clamped down on it. The mere thought that Castiel had reached for it so instinctively and might actually leave a bruise on top of the mark was enough to push him over the edge as well and he came with a shout.
This time, Dean didn't white out, though he did suddenly find himself in his angel's arms again, not altogether a bad place to be he decided. The sated feeling was enough to tempt him back to sleep again, though he knew he really had to get up at some point soon as he had a new hunt to get to in Georgia. The feeling of fingers running through the sticky mess on his stomach followed by the tingling sensation of an angel mojo clean had him looking up to find Castiel looking at their cum before moving to lick it from his fingers.
Dean reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist before he could do so. "What are you doing, Cas?"
"Trying it."
"Why?"
"You swallowed it yesterday."
Okay, so he had, though he hadn't expected the angel to remember that bit. "That's 'cause I like it, most people don't. You don't have to."
"No, but I would like to."
"Okay."
The sight of Castiel licking their cum off his fingers had Dean's dick twitching as he followed that tongue's movements with his eyes.
"Well?" Dean asked, curious.
"It is different from a hamburger."
Dimly, Dean was aware that he'd laughed more in the past few hours then he had in months, but he couldn't help it. The things Castiel said sometimes.
"Different in a good way or a bad way?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you don't have to decide now. What time is it anyway?"
"Nearly ten o'clock."
"Shit, we really need to get up." Dean had hardly pushed himself up into a sitting position before there was a flutter of wings and Castiel appeared at the foot of the bed, fully dressed and ready for the day. "Show off."
/
Dean had hardly even closed the door on the delivery boy when he heard the flutter of wings behind him.
"Perfect timing, Cas, you haven't had Chinese before, have you?" Dean questioned.
"Dean Winchester."
The unknown female voice had Dean whirling around and he only just managed to hold onto his takeout. His first instinct was to drop it and pull out his gun, but he knew how futile that was with an angel and thus stilled the impulsive reaction. He was, however, mentally cursing himself as he didn't have the Jewel of Abel on him at the moment. Instead it was across the room on the nightstand he'd been sitting next to, watching TV as he waited for his dinner to arrive. Crap.
"Who are you?" Dean demanded, hoping to buy himself some time to figure out if this angel was friendly or not.
She, or rather her vessel, was tall, slender and appeared to be about fifty-five years old. She had graying, dark brown hair and equally dark eyes that were watching him as intently as any angel he'd ever met. Although his first reaction was to think that he'd never seen her before, there was something there. Something familiar, like a half remembered dream. It was the same for her voice, though that seemed more familiar than her actual appearance, which would make sense if he'd only met her once, a really long time ago. He frowned as he tried to place the woman but couldn't quite do so.
"I mean you no harm, Dean."
The non-reply instantly put Dean further on edge. If this angel, whoever she was, felt the need to tell him that before she told him her name, then it meant that he'd not only recognize it, but think of her as an enemy. He placed his takeout on the room's small table, hoping that he appeared casual doing so, not that he was sure it made much difference. Most angels didn't have enough experience interacting with humans to know the difference, but this one seemed to know a bit more about them based on the more fluid way she moved and the more natural posture the vessel was held in. Banking on the worst, he tried to remain as casual as he could as he tried to walk around the angel towards his bed and the one weapon he had in the room that would actually work against an angel.
Whether or not he succeeded in disguising his intentions, the angel didn't seem inclined to stop him and Dean silently thanked the arrogance of most of their kind. In their puny opinion of humans, they left themselves wide open to attack by any human that had the knowledge and the means with which to mount a successful assault. Zachariah had definitely never seen his own death coming despite having known him for a while.
"Yeah, well that's swell and all, but-" Dean began and then froze in place as the memory finally clicked.
"Hello Dean, sweetie, did you miss me?"
The voice echoed out of his past along with a much younger version of the face he was currently looking at. It was all vague and scattered, the fragmented memories of a child less than four years old, but Dean definitely remembered her now. Auntie Deirdre, Daddy's older sister and thus a Winchester by birth and, more importantly in this case, by blood. Which could only mean one thing given the circumstances.
"Michael."
He spat the name, fury rising within him. Despite that, Dean's second thought was of Lucifer, if Michael had gotten out, then surely his brother had as well. Fuck, they'd been desperately hoping for more time, that Castiel's estimate would be wrong in their favor, that it would be closer to three months rather than two and a half. Apparently even two and a half was more time then they'd get as this was too early. Why hadn't his lover been able to tell that the cage would burst so much sooner then predicted? He knew Cas checked it regularly.
"I don't care what you say or do to me, the answer's still no!" Dean declared fiercely.
If the bastard thought he was getting him, let alone without a fight, he had another thing coming.
"No, Dean, I'm not here to ask for your permission to take you as my vessel," Michael replied.
"What, you gonna try facing Lucy in yet another substitute vessel? 'Cause I gotta say, that didn't work out so well for you the last time."
For a moment Dean thought that he'd gone too far, the expression twisting Michael's- no Deirdre's- face something dark and fierce some, before it was smoothed away as if it had never been. Not that he wouldn't push him that far if needed, he just hadn't expected that to be enough to do so.
"How'd you get her to say yes anyway?" Dean continued. "I don't particularly remember her as being the religious sort."
"I don't think she was, but I don't know for sure as she was no longer there for me to ask permission of."
"What?"
"Your aunt is dead, Dean, and has been for some time now apparently."
The news somehow managed to hit Dean like a blow and he staggered back a step. He wasn't sure how or why it had the power to do so as it wasn't like he'd ever seen his aunt since before the fire. As he recalled, she'd been somewhere far away at the time of Azazel's attack and hadn't made it back by the time Dad had taken off with Sammy and himself. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that he'd lost someone else, someone who was family, that hit him so hard.
"Then how the hell are you in her now?"
"We do not need permission to take a vacated body."
"Vacated?"
"Her body was being sustained artificially at a hospital."
"Oh."
Dean shivered as he realized the full implications of that particular loophole. If Zachariah had taken it into his head to attack him in such a way that he was brain dead but his body still lived...
"So, basically, you're circumventing the rules God established to protect us from you dickwads is what you're saying."
The dark expression was back on Michael's face and damn, but Dean was never going to be able to think of his aunt again without seeing that expression on her face. That alone was enough to anger him to the extent that he didn't particularly care if he was pissing off an archangel. Besides, if he managed to distract Michael enough, then he just might be able to get at the Jewel of Abel. Sure, Castiel and destiny probably hadn't intended for him to use it on this particular brother, but he doubted Cas would mind and destiny could go fuck itself as far as he was concerned.
"Dean, I-"
Whatever else Michael intended to say was cut off as, with another flutter of wings, a furious looking Castiel appeared in the room and Dean dived across the bed for the Jewel of Abel.
Chapter 28
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,699
Summary: The morning after and an unexpected, not to mention unwelcome, visitor.
PAST
Consciousness returned to Dean as lazily as it tended to do whenever his lover was close and he savored the knowledge, loath to give up sleep. He wasn't sure how long it took him to drift into a more aware state, but he knew it was far longer than normal for him. Eventually his surroundings came into focus enough for him to realize that he was still pressed up against Castiel, though he seemed to have been shifted down enough to be cradled against his angel's chest with his head resting on a shoulder.
A part of him protested the position, such an obvious chick one, but Dean shoved it aside. He should be thankful Castiel had stuck around at all given that angels didn't sleep instead of complaining about the way he was being held. Besides, it kinda made sense if he thought about it for a moment. Cas liked to watch him, especially when he slept, and the way he'd fallen asleep, with his face pressed into the crook of the angel's neck, didn't allow for that. This position did. He wondered when the idea of being watched while sleeping had stopped creeping him out when it came to his lover.
Lover.
He'd tried to shy away from the label before, even if it had slipped through at times, but even Dean knew he couldn't do that anymore. Not after last night. He'd given Castiel a frigging blowjob after all and oral sex was still sex in his book, despite what certain presidents might have to say on the issue.
"Good morning, Dean," Castiel said.
"Mmmh," Dean replied, not quite willing to wake up the rest of the way just yet.
Instead he tightened his grip on the angel's waist and settled in deeper, ignoring the little laugh that earned him. The hand that came up to run through his hair was also nice and it made Dean realize that Castiel's other hand had already been touching him, tracing along his exposed shoulder. Wait, he was lying on his right side, which meant that...
Dean opened one eye enough to see that, yes, Castiel was tracing the outline of the mark he'd left. Dean huffed, his angel was apparently possessive. Instead of triggering some kind of automatic objection or defense, it served to soothe him in a bizarre way. It allowed him to think that Castiel would stick around as long as Heaven needed stuff done on Earth.
Now that he'd opened one eye, Dean reluctantly opened the other though it took him a moment to focus them given his position. What came into view was nice though, a smooth expanse of pale, lightly muscled skin with a dusky nipple not to far from where his head lay. He contemplated the nipple for a moment before shifting his position slightly so he could open his mouth and lick it, earning himself a moan.
"Morning," Dean said with a smile before he did it again.
Then he shifted some more so he get at the nipple with his teeth, nipping it lightly. The change in position had turned him enough that his morning erection was pressed up against Castiel's thigh and he started rocking against in automatically. By the time he realized what he was doing, Castiel was pulling him up the bed and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. He moaned his approval and then did so again as his angel shifted beneath him so they were facing each other and he could feel his lover's hardening cock against his own.
"Dean?"
Not entirely sure what Castiel wanted, Dean answered what he thought it might be. "'s called morning wood, most guys have an erection in the morning."
"Every morning?"
"Mostly."
"So, before too?"
"Yeah."
"I see. My apologies."
"Your apologies?" Dean stopped the lazy movements of his hips and pulled back a bit so he could see the angel's face. "What are you sorry for?"
"For not knowing about it before to help you with it."
"No, no, no, Cas, just no. You didn't know about it because I didn't tell you and purposefully made sure you didn't feel it. See, I didn't want to rush you into anything, still don't, as sex is about feeling good and sharing something with someone else. If something doesn't feel right, then it shouldn't be done. If anything, I'm the one that needs to be sorry."
"Why?"
"Because I was going to take things slow, let you get used to them, but I kinda blew that last night."
"No, Dean, last night was very good. I liked it very much."
Dean snorted. "Wow, very good, huh?"
"Yes. I now wish we had gotten to it sooner as I like touching you and watching you as you ejaculate, or ejaculating myself."
He couldn't help it, despite the situation and his growing need, Dean dropped his head to Castiel's shoulder and laughed. The angel had said ejaculate!
"Dean?"
"Coming," Dean managed to say. "We call it coming, not ejaculating."
"But it is ejaculating."
"Yes, but we call it coming, just like we'd say that we had sex instead of saying we copulated."
"Well, I liked watching you come and coming myself."
"I thought you would, most people do and..."
"And what?"
"And future you liked sex, you know, when Zachariah sent me to 2014. You like it very much then."
Castiel frowned at him, clearly reading more in his tone and he tried to push the memory aside, not wanting it to ruin the mood.
"I liked the blowjob too," his angel admitted.
"Yeah? That's good. I liked the hand job you gave me, and speaking of which, how about another one now, huh?"
With that, Dean reached down and took hold of both of their cocks with his hand, wringing groans out of both of them. He smeared their precum down the shafts to alleviate any discomfort before he started rocking against Castiel.
"Do you like this, Cas?"
"Yes! Very much so."
Even as he watched, Dean could see Castiel's eyes dilate and uninhibited pleasure came over his features. It was liberating in a way, to watch someone just enjoy themselves like this, without any of the censors of modern society. He could even start to see why Cas liked watching him so much if this is what he saw. As always, it only took his lover a few repetitions to catch on to what he was doing and then Castiel was rocking into his fist as well, their cocks rubbing up against each other. He tightened his grip and bent down to bite at the base of his angel's throat even though he knew the mark wouldn't last long. Castiel's hands clutched at him as he moaned his name and made an assortment of delicious little sounds.
The hitch in Cas' breathing told Dean his lover was about to come and he meant to pull back so he could watch, but just then the angel's hand found his scar and clamped down on it. The mere thought that Castiel had reached for it so instinctively and might actually leave a bruise on top of the mark was enough to push him over the edge as well and he came with a shout.
This time, Dean didn't white out, though he did suddenly find himself in his angel's arms again, not altogether a bad place to be he decided. The sated feeling was enough to tempt him back to sleep again, though he knew he really had to get up at some point soon as he had a new hunt to get to in Georgia. The feeling of fingers running through the sticky mess on his stomach followed by the tingling sensation of an angel mojo clean had him looking up to find Castiel looking at their cum before moving to lick it from his fingers.
Dean reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist before he could do so. "What are you doing, Cas?"
"Trying it."
"Why?"
"You swallowed it yesterday."
Okay, so he had, though he hadn't expected the angel to remember that bit. "That's 'cause I like it, most people don't. You don't have to."
"No, but I would like to."
"Okay."
The sight of Castiel licking their cum off his fingers had Dean's dick twitching as he followed that tongue's movements with his eyes.
"Well?" Dean asked, curious.
"It is different from a hamburger."
Dimly, Dean was aware that he'd laughed more in the past few hours then he had in months, but he couldn't help it. The things Castiel said sometimes.
"Different in a good way or a bad way?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you don't have to decide now. What time is it anyway?"
"Nearly ten o'clock."
"Shit, we really need to get up." Dean had hardly pushed himself up into a sitting position before there was a flutter of wings and Castiel appeared at the foot of the bed, fully dressed and ready for the day. "Show off."
/
Dean had hardly even closed the door on the delivery boy when he heard the flutter of wings behind him.
"Perfect timing, Cas, you haven't had Chinese before, have you?" Dean questioned.
"Dean Winchester."
The unknown female voice had Dean whirling around and he only just managed to hold onto his takeout. His first instinct was to drop it and pull out his gun, but he knew how futile that was with an angel and thus stilled the impulsive reaction. He was, however, mentally cursing himself as he didn't have the Jewel of Abel on him at the moment. Instead it was across the room on the nightstand he'd been sitting next to, watching TV as he waited for his dinner to arrive. Crap.
"Who are you?" Dean demanded, hoping to buy himself some time to figure out if this angel was friendly or not.
She, or rather her vessel, was tall, slender and appeared to be about fifty-five years old. She had graying, dark brown hair and equally dark eyes that were watching him as intently as any angel he'd ever met. Although his first reaction was to think that he'd never seen her before, there was something there. Something familiar, like a half remembered dream. It was the same for her voice, though that seemed more familiar than her actual appearance, which would make sense if he'd only met her once, a really long time ago. He frowned as he tried to place the woman but couldn't quite do so.
"I mean you no harm, Dean."
The non-reply instantly put Dean further on edge. If this angel, whoever she was, felt the need to tell him that before she told him her name, then it meant that he'd not only recognize it, but think of her as an enemy. He placed his takeout on the room's small table, hoping that he appeared casual doing so, not that he was sure it made much difference. Most angels didn't have enough experience interacting with humans to know the difference, but this one seemed to know a bit more about them based on the more fluid way she moved and the more natural posture the vessel was held in. Banking on the worst, he tried to remain as casual as he could as he tried to walk around the angel towards his bed and the one weapon he had in the room that would actually work against an angel.
Whether or not he succeeded in disguising his intentions, the angel didn't seem inclined to stop him and Dean silently thanked the arrogance of most of their kind. In their puny opinion of humans, they left themselves wide open to attack by any human that had the knowledge and the means with which to mount a successful assault. Zachariah had definitely never seen his own death coming despite having known him for a while.
"Yeah, well that's swell and all, but-" Dean began and then froze in place as the memory finally clicked.
"Hello Dean, sweetie, did you miss me?"
The voice echoed out of his past along with a much younger version of the face he was currently looking at. It was all vague and scattered, the fragmented memories of a child less than four years old, but Dean definitely remembered her now. Auntie Deirdre, Daddy's older sister and thus a Winchester by birth and, more importantly in this case, by blood. Which could only mean one thing given the circumstances.
"Michael."
He spat the name, fury rising within him. Despite that, Dean's second thought was of Lucifer, if Michael had gotten out, then surely his brother had as well. Fuck, they'd been desperately hoping for more time, that Castiel's estimate would be wrong in their favor, that it would be closer to three months rather than two and a half. Apparently even two and a half was more time then they'd get as this was too early. Why hadn't his lover been able to tell that the cage would burst so much sooner then predicted? He knew Cas checked it regularly.
"I don't care what you say or do to me, the answer's still no!" Dean declared fiercely.
If the bastard thought he was getting him, let alone without a fight, he had another thing coming.
"No, Dean, I'm not here to ask for your permission to take you as my vessel," Michael replied.
"What, you gonna try facing Lucy in yet another substitute vessel? 'Cause I gotta say, that didn't work out so well for you the last time."
For a moment Dean thought that he'd gone too far, the expression twisting Michael's- no Deirdre's- face something dark and fierce some, before it was smoothed away as if it had never been. Not that he wouldn't push him that far if needed, he just hadn't expected that to be enough to do so.
"How'd you get her to say yes anyway?" Dean continued. "I don't particularly remember her as being the religious sort."
"I don't think she was, but I don't know for sure as she was no longer there for me to ask permission of."
"What?"
"Your aunt is dead, Dean, and has been for some time now apparently."
The news somehow managed to hit Dean like a blow and he staggered back a step. He wasn't sure how or why it had the power to do so as it wasn't like he'd ever seen his aunt since before the fire. As he recalled, she'd been somewhere far away at the time of Azazel's attack and hadn't made it back by the time Dad had taken off with Sammy and himself. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that he'd lost someone else, someone who was family, that hit him so hard.
"Then how the hell are you in her now?"
"We do not need permission to take a vacated body."
"Vacated?"
"Her body was being sustained artificially at a hospital."
"Oh."
Dean shivered as he realized the full implications of that particular loophole. If Zachariah had taken it into his head to attack him in such a way that he was brain dead but his body still lived...
"So, basically, you're circumventing the rules God established to protect us from you dickwads is what you're saying."
The dark expression was back on Michael's face and damn, but Dean was never going to be able to think of his aunt again without seeing that expression on her face. That alone was enough to anger him to the extent that he didn't particularly care if he was pissing off an archangel. Besides, if he managed to distract Michael enough, then he just might be able to get at the Jewel of Abel. Sure, Castiel and destiny probably hadn't intended for him to use it on this particular brother, but he doubted Cas would mind and destiny could go fuck itself as far as he was concerned.
"Dean, I-"
Whatever else Michael intended to say was cut off as, with another flutter of wings, a furious looking Castiel appeared in the room and Dean dived across the bed for the Jewel of Abel.
Chapter 28