Fic: Set the fire to the third bar = episode 15
Fic: Set the fire to the third bar = episode 15
Author: Seraphim Grace
Fandom = Supernatural
Pairing = Castiel x Dean (god is love in all its forms)
Rating = NC17
spoilers = yes for season 4, set between Great pumpkin and the one after that I've forgotten the name of
AUish - set in the world of american gods and sandman but also the spn universe, I just stretched it a little
prompts - Dean wonders how much is too much when you've already past that line and just how changed he is from being in hell.
suggested by keire_ke
betaed by bellajayd who deserves more praise than me for this - she's certainly doing more work
Not enough coffee in the world
In the hotel dusk
tea with thrones
The House of Five aspects
The Banshee in the Bathroom
Time is never time enough
let the bodies hit the floor
I could sleep forever
The smell of hospitals in winter
Here be dragons
The Queen of Sheba
You can't count on me
with my spear and mighty helmet
The cabin in the woods
Episode 15
In which Dean learns how very different men and angels can be.
Soundtrack:
Grace Jeff Buckley
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Castiel is pissed.
No, Castiel is beyond pissed. He’s gone into that seething kind of rage which doesn't bode well for things in his way, like mountains or dams.
The only thing in front of him is Dean.
Castiel’s so angry, Dean notices, that the TV has turned to static and the lights are flickering. Either the electrical substation is having an overload or Castiel is emoting.
The rage hovers about the edges of the angel like a heat haze and as soon as Dean opens the door Castiel is up and across the four steps to the door, pushing the groceries out of the way and although he’s half a head shorter than Dean he always gives the impression that he’s looking down.
“You were told to stay there,” Castiel growls through clenched teeth, “that you would be safe there.” Then he leans into Dean and takes three short sharp breaths through his nose, scenting him like an animal. “You stink of demon,” and Castiel then pushes him - hard.
Dean is angry too. Anger burns within him like fire because he doesn’t understand and he can’t just go out and kill whatever it is because of that and he wants to. He wants to make it go away, and the only things around are the dog, who has been loyal this past week, and Castiel.
“You damn angelic types are stalking me, if it’s not you it’s a prince of Hell. All I need is Frankie Vallie and I’ll have a complete set.” He turns from Castiel, body language closed off, and lifts the bag of dog food he had been carrying so he doesn’t have to deal.
Castiel is quick, quicker than a human and his finger is against the crease under Dean’s nose before Dean can register. “How can I protect you,” Castiel grates out from between clenched teeth, “if you cannot obey a single order, if you consort with,” he takes another deep breath through his nose, “filth.”
Dean is just getting angrier and angrier because he hasn’t done anything wrong, damn it, and he doesn’t know why Castiel is so pissed. Yeah, Reigert’s a dick but he hasn't done anything either except eat Twinkies and almost get mugged and . . .
Dean finds his finger waggling in Castiel's face explaining this to the angel.
He doesn’t even know what they're saying.
Castiel has his hand on his brand on Dean’s arm with the dog food between them like a barrier, and New Sammy has done the sensible thing and high tailed it out of Dodge.
They’re screaming at each other, there’s some name calling and Dean is up in the angel’s face and Castiel isn’t backing off an inch and then they’re kissing, Dean’s not sure who kissed who and he certainly doesn’t care, and he just throws the dog food out of the way so that he can dig his fingers into Castiel's arms through the trench.
The bag lands on the floor with a heavy thump and his hands are up under Castiel’s ugly trench and Castiel’s are around his shoulders and he’s kissing back hard, hard enough that Dean can feel his lips bruising but he doesn't care, he wants this, he wants this so much. Dean doesn't want to think, because if he thinks he’ll wake up and it will all be a lie and so he kisses and drives his finger tips into the meat of Castiel’s back and just accepts.
And Castiel clutches him just as tight, because in dreams that’s what dreams do.
Dean knows this isn't the first dream he’s had of the angel, and it feels just as real as the others, and in dreams it’s safe. In dreams the angel won’t fall, he won't be tainted, corrupted and Dean can think of all the nasty dirty things because it doesn’t matter.
Castiel turns him in his arms, hands like vices on his shoulders, on his brand, and biting at the back of his neck, taking deep gasping breaths through his nose; his tongue pushing just as hard at the skin under Dean’s ears as his fingers are and Dean just takes it because it’s good.
And Dean’s cursing, a string of obscenities, a foul tirade that is free of blasphemy because that would make the angel stop. As one hand reaches down over his chest, he never wants Castiel to stop.
Dean's hard, diamond hard.
He’s so hard he wants to cry and when he feels Castiel’s tongue along the edge of his cheek he wonders if he is.
Castiel is using his teeth and it’s good, so good, and his hand is against Dean’s cock and his own, hammer hard, is against Dean's ass and Dean's grinding back because he can’t think. All he knows is sensation and the smell of frankincense and gold and the feel, oh God, the feel of him.
The angel doesn’t even unzip him, just that hot and heavy palm against the length of him and Dean’s coming, bucking and jerking like he’s being electrocuted. Castiel’s teeth are in the back of his neck, hard, sucking, and the ring of teeth is like a ring of fire over his spine.
And Dean's grunting because it’s not even nearly finished and if it ends the world will spiral away into nothing or he’ll wake up. And he's so sensitive, so very sensitive -
too sensitive
too much
too much
Dean can feel the fire on his skin, but it doesn't matter because Castiel’s an angel and he can take it.
Dean can do anything and Castiel can take it.
The fire is there, he knows it, he can feel it, licking along his skin, and Castiel just turns him in his arms and bends Dean down to kiss him. Castiel tastes of pennies, gold, and fire. Dean can see the fire in his hands as he reaches up to cup the back of Castiel’s head and Castiel is rubbing himself against Dean's thigh and it’s too much and Dean’s hard again
so soon
too soon!
Hard.
So hard it hurts!
It’s too much!
And the fire is there.
The fire is coiling around Castiel who is grinding and grunting and biting, scratching the edges of his teeth over Dean’s skin, pulling the flesh and there’s no rhythm to his grinding any more, it’s desperate and the angel is close.
So close.
And this is where the dream normally ends, Dean knows, but he’s fighting to stay asleep, bringing his mouth around to meet Castiel’s who tastes of pennies and salt and cinders, because the fire is covering them both now, then Castiel’s mouth breaks away and he leans back and gasps as he comes.
And Dean has never seen something so awesome, so wondrous in all his life, as the moment when Castiel throws back his head, covered in flames, hands gripping Dean so hard that they hurt, a good hurt, and comes himself.
And then Dean waits, as the fire boils between them, to wake up, but he doesn’t. Castiel maintains that painful grip on his arms and starts to walk them forward, his mouth finding Dean’s and pushing with his lips and his tongue as well as with his own body. Dean knows where this is going and hopes - prays - that he doesn't wake up this time either.
The couch against his knees causes Dean to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the afghan, still warm from New Sammy, with Castiel on top of him.
And the angel is cool, even where Dean pulls the shirt from the small of his back up and away from his pants to place his palms flat against the skin there. Dean's glad the couch is there because it means he can hook his legs up and then Castiel is pressed firmly against his crotch, which is still tingly and sensitive, but he can kiss - God can he kiss.
And it’s odd how Dean finds it a little hot that Castiel tastes of pennies and salt.
The lights are flashing on and off and the picture on the television is rolling and that’s just hot too.
And Dean's decided that this is the very best dream ever.
Because it has to be a dream.
There’s no way that an Angel of the Lord kisses like that- like he’s trying to force himself down Dean's throat to live inside him.
He’s pressing down with his whole body, and forcing Dean into the couch and the fire is twisting up and Castiel is enjoying that. “You come to me, ready,” Castiel breathes into his ear, “wearing the blood of your enemy.”
And Dean doesn't need to wake up to snap out of that dream quick smart. “Ewww,” he says pushing the angel away, “just gross.” He starts scratching at his scalp, remembering the blood there.
But Castiel just looks hungry.
“Oh dude, that’s gross.” Dean says as he finds flecks of dried blood under his nails.
“Your mistake is fundamental,” Castiel is growling, so deep in sex need, which the blood has shaken out of Dean entirely, he can barely think “we are not human.” The angel reaches for him again.
“It’s not like I don’t want it,” Dean says shirking his grasp to stand up. His legs are rubbery, “but this isn’t a good thing, we shouldn’t.”
Castiel doesn't walk, he glides, and his hands are hot and hard and there is something about him, that has nothing to do with his flesh, that makes Dean feel small in his presence. “But we are,” he says and then he leans in to take another deep breath of him, licking at the line of his jaw in one broad swipe.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Dean backtracks but he can feel Castiel’s saliva as if it burns. “I’ll damn you.”
Castiel laughs, and when he speaks his voice is growl in the back of his throat “Is that all that you were waiting for? Is that why you remained aloof from me? Foolish, foolish, Dean,” and he sounds fond, “you belong to me. Now give me what is mine.”
Dean blinks, once, twice and then a third time as his brain struggles to process. “I have come to you in dreams waiting for this moment, when you would share your flesh with me. I can see that you want this, so why do you hesitate?” And of course Castiel is direct about it.
“Those dreams, fuck, man, I - ”
“I want you,” Castiel tells him, voice cracking with lust and his eyes are burning, “and you came to me, anointed with blood and lust thick about you. You came to me with fire and flame, baptised in your power and blessed me with your seed.”
And Dean is torn, because half of him is conceding that that’s just damn hot and it’s what Castiel deserves. The other half is reassuring him that it’s strange and more than a little disgusting. He’s also pissed that Castiel has been moving him around like a game piece, and fucking him in his dreams because that’s just taking advantage and it gives Dean the impetus to stop this.
So he stands there, jacket rucked down over his shoulders, pants wet and cooling against his overly sensitive crotch. “I’m going to take a shower,” he tells the angel, “and then - if I decide I’m still talking to you - then we can do this properly.”
Next Episode
Author: Seraphim Grace
Fandom = Supernatural
Pairing = Castiel x Dean (god is love in all its forms)
Rating = NC17
spoilers = yes for season 4, set between Great pumpkin and the one after that I've forgotten the name of
AUish - set in the world of american gods and sandman but also the spn universe, I just stretched it a little
prompts - Dean wonders how much is too much when you've already past that line and just how changed he is from being in hell.
suggested by keire_ke
betaed by bellajayd who deserves more praise than me for this - she's certainly doing more work
Not enough coffee in the world
In the hotel dusk
tea with thrones
The House of Five aspects
The Banshee in the Bathroom
Time is never time enough
let the bodies hit the floor
I could sleep forever
The smell of hospitals in winter
Here be dragons
The Queen of Sheba
You can't count on me
with my spear and mighty helmet
The cabin in the woods
Episode 15
In which Dean learns how very different men and angels can be.
Soundtrack:
Grace Jeff Buckley
----------------------
Castiel is pissed.
No, Castiel is beyond pissed. He’s gone into that seething kind of rage which doesn't bode well for things in his way, like mountains or dams.
The only thing in front of him is Dean.
Castiel’s so angry, Dean notices, that the TV has turned to static and the lights are flickering. Either the electrical substation is having an overload or Castiel is emoting.
The rage hovers about the edges of the angel like a heat haze and as soon as Dean opens the door Castiel is up and across the four steps to the door, pushing the groceries out of the way and although he’s half a head shorter than Dean he always gives the impression that he’s looking down.
“You were told to stay there,” Castiel growls through clenched teeth, “that you would be safe there.” Then he leans into Dean and takes three short sharp breaths through his nose, scenting him like an animal. “You stink of demon,” and Castiel then pushes him - hard.
Dean is angry too. Anger burns within him like fire because he doesn’t understand and he can’t just go out and kill whatever it is because of that and he wants to. He wants to make it go away, and the only things around are the dog, who has been loyal this past week, and Castiel.
“You damn angelic types are stalking me, if it’s not you it’s a prince of Hell. All I need is Frankie Vallie and I’ll have a complete set.” He turns from Castiel, body language closed off, and lifts the bag of dog food he had been carrying so he doesn’t have to deal.
Castiel is quick, quicker than a human and his finger is against the crease under Dean’s nose before Dean can register. “How can I protect you,” Castiel grates out from between clenched teeth, “if you cannot obey a single order, if you consort with,” he takes another deep breath through his nose, “filth.”
Dean is just getting angrier and angrier because he hasn’t done anything wrong, damn it, and he doesn’t know why Castiel is so pissed. Yeah, Reigert’s a dick but he hasn't done anything either except eat Twinkies and almost get mugged and . . .
Dean finds his finger waggling in Castiel's face explaining this to the angel.
He doesn’t even know what they're saying.
Castiel has his hand on his brand on Dean’s arm with the dog food between them like a barrier, and New Sammy has done the sensible thing and high tailed it out of Dodge.
They’re screaming at each other, there’s some name calling and Dean is up in the angel’s face and Castiel isn’t backing off an inch and then they’re kissing, Dean’s not sure who kissed who and he certainly doesn’t care, and he just throws the dog food out of the way so that he can dig his fingers into Castiel's arms through the trench.
The bag lands on the floor with a heavy thump and his hands are up under Castiel’s ugly trench and Castiel’s are around his shoulders and he’s kissing back hard, hard enough that Dean can feel his lips bruising but he doesn't care, he wants this, he wants this so much. Dean doesn't want to think, because if he thinks he’ll wake up and it will all be a lie and so he kisses and drives his finger tips into the meat of Castiel’s back and just accepts.
And Castiel clutches him just as tight, because in dreams that’s what dreams do.
Dean knows this isn't the first dream he’s had of the angel, and it feels just as real as the others, and in dreams it’s safe. In dreams the angel won’t fall, he won't be tainted, corrupted and Dean can think of all the nasty dirty things because it doesn’t matter.
Castiel turns him in his arms, hands like vices on his shoulders, on his brand, and biting at the back of his neck, taking deep gasping breaths through his nose; his tongue pushing just as hard at the skin under Dean’s ears as his fingers are and Dean just takes it because it’s good.
And Dean’s cursing, a string of obscenities, a foul tirade that is free of blasphemy because that would make the angel stop. As one hand reaches down over his chest, he never wants Castiel to stop.
Dean's hard, diamond hard.
He’s so hard he wants to cry and when he feels Castiel’s tongue along the edge of his cheek he wonders if he is.
Castiel is using his teeth and it’s good, so good, and his hand is against Dean’s cock and his own, hammer hard, is against Dean's ass and Dean's grinding back because he can’t think. All he knows is sensation and the smell of frankincense and gold and the feel, oh God, the feel of him.
The angel doesn’t even unzip him, just that hot and heavy palm against the length of him and Dean’s coming, bucking and jerking like he’s being electrocuted. Castiel’s teeth are in the back of his neck, hard, sucking, and the ring of teeth is like a ring of fire over his spine.
And Dean's grunting because it’s not even nearly finished and if it ends the world will spiral away into nothing or he’ll wake up. And he's so sensitive, so very sensitive -
too sensitive
too much
too much
Dean can feel the fire on his skin, but it doesn't matter because Castiel’s an angel and he can take it.
Dean can do anything and Castiel can take it.
The fire is there, he knows it, he can feel it, licking along his skin, and Castiel just turns him in his arms and bends Dean down to kiss him. Castiel tastes of pennies, gold, and fire. Dean can see the fire in his hands as he reaches up to cup the back of Castiel’s head and Castiel is rubbing himself against Dean's thigh and it’s too much and Dean’s hard again
so soon
too soon!
Hard.
So hard it hurts!
It’s too much!
And the fire is there.
The fire is coiling around Castiel who is grinding and grunting and biting, scratching the edges of his teeth over Dean’s skin, pulling the flesh and there’s no rhythm to his grinding any more, it’s desperate and the angel is close.
So close.
And this is where the dream normally ends, Dean knows, but he’s fighting to stay asleep, bringing his mouth around to meet Castiel’s who tastes of pennies and salt and cinders, because the fire is covering them both now, then Castiel’s mouth breaks away and he leans back and gasps as he comes.
And Dean has never seen something so awesome, so wondrous in all his life, as the moment when Castiel throws back his head, covered in flames, hands gripping Dean so hard that they hurt, a good hurt, and comes himself.
And then Dean waits, as the fire boils between them, to wake up, but he doesn’t. Castiel maintains that painful grip on his arms and starts to walk them forward, his mouth finding Dean’s and pushing with his lips and his tongue as well as with his own body. Dean knows where this is going and hopes - prays - that he doesn't wake up this time either.
The couch against his knees causes Dean to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the afghan, still warm from New Sammy, with Castiel on top of him.
And the angel is cool, even where Dean pulls the shirt from the small of his back up and away from his pants to place his palms flat against the skin there. Dean's glad the couch is there because it means he can hook his legs up and then Castiel is pressed firmly against his crotch, which is still tingly and sensitive, but he can kiss - God can he kiss.
And it’s odd how Dean finds it a little hot that Castiel tastes of pennies and salt.
The lights are flashing on and off and the picture on the television is rolling and that’s just hot too.
And Dean's decided that this is the very best dream ever.
Because it has to be a dream.
There’s no way that an Angel of the Lord kisses like that- like he’s trying to force himself down Dean's throat to live inside him.
He’s pressing down with his whole body, and forcing Dean into the couch and the fire is twisting up and Castiel is enjoying that. “You come to me, ready,” Castiel breathes into his ear, “wearing the blood of your enemy.”
And Dean doesn't need to wake up to snap out of that dream quick smart. “Ewww,” he says pushing the angel away, “just gross.” He starts scratching at his scalp, remembering the blood there.
But Castiel just looks hungry.
“Oh dude, that’s gross.” Dean says as he finds flecks of dried blood under his nails.
“Your mistake is fundamental,” Castiel is growling, so deep in sex need, which the blood has shaken out of Dean entirely, he can barely think “we are not human.” The angel reaches for him again.
“It’s not like I don’t want it,” Dean says shirking his grasp to stand up. His legs are rubbery, “but this isn’t a good thing, we shouldn’t.”
Castiel doesn't walk, he glides, and his hands are hot and hard and there is something about him, that has nothing to do with his flesh, that makes Dean feel small in his presence. “But we are,” he says and then he leans in to take another deep breath of him, licking at the line of his jaw in one broad swipe.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Dean backtracks but he can feel Castiel’s saliva as if it burns. “I’ll damn you.”
Castiel laughs, and when he speaks his voice is growl in the back of his throat “Is that all that you were waiting for? Is that why you remained aloof from me? Foolish, foolish, Dean,” and he sounds fond, “you belong to me. Now give me what is mine.”
Dean blinks, once, twice and then a third time as his brain struggles to process. “I have come to you in dreams waiting for this moment, when you would share your flesh with me. I can see that you want this, so why do you hesitate?” And of course Castiel is direct about it.
“Those dreams, fuck, man, I - ”
“I want you,” Castiel tells him, voice cracking with lust and his eyes are burning, “and you came to me, anointed with blood and lust thick about you. You came to me with fire and flame, baptised in your power and blessed me with your seed.”
And Dean is torn, because half of him is conceding that that’s just damn hot and it’s what Castiel deserves. The other half is reassuring him that it’s strange and more than a little disgusting. He’s also pissed that Castiel has been moving him around like a game piece, and fucking him in his dreams because that’s just taking advantage and it gives Dean the impetus to stop this.
So he stands there, jacket rucked down over his shoulders, pants wet and cooling against his overly sensitive crotch. “I’m going to take a shower,” he tells the angel, “and then - if I decide I’m still talking to you - then we can do this properly.”
Next Episode