Title: And This Is How It Ends {
from tumblr}
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/future!Cas, attempted
Dean/future!Dean
Genre: End!verse, time!travel, temporal paradox, smut, angst.
Spoilers: only for episode 5x04
Warnings: bottom!Dean, rimming, rough sex, sexuality issues,
attempted self-cest.
Word Count: 948
Summary: Dean's always been curious. And what
better way to kill some time before they kill the Devil?
Author's Notes: It's so weird that it's actually
2014 now. I actually wrote "2014!Dean" until I realized
how confusing that would be lol! Anyway, this started out as a
fun little scenario that just popped into my head one morning...
and then end!verse happened. Happy New Year :s
Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine. And I do
not like being reminded of that sad fact.
~
Its something hes always been curious about, in the
deep, dark, depths of his brain. Something hes never really
dared to air out and examine in the light. But hey,
everyones thought about it at one point or another
what it would be like to have sex with yourself another
you or your clone or whatever what it would be like to be
fucked by someone who knows your body as well as you do.
Everything you like, and everything you think you might
like, but have never dared to try, or even ask for
all of that. And aside from the fact that hes been
transported five years into a worst-case-scenario future, all
of that is pretty much all Dean can think about right now.
So
Dean
begins, cocking an eyebrow at his future-self from across the
cabin. Theyve got a couple of hours to kill before they hit
the road. What the hell else are they going to do?
Dont even think
about it, future-Dean growls.
What? Think what?
Dean immediately back-pedals, shrugging wide-eyed and innocent.
Like that even works on people
who dont already know exactly what he looks like
when hes lying through his teeth.
Look, future-Dean
fixes him with that cold steel glare that seems to be his
permanent expression in this time, I remember what it was
like to be you, he says. Youre soft. And I
dont have the patience to baby you through what you
want.
Dean sucks in sharp breath.
Oh, he exhales, because he just doesnt know
what else to say to that. Hes not sure if hes
offended, or relieved that hes being honest with himself
for once
in a way.
Fuck it. Maybe he is
soft. Because he cant just sit here, alone in a cabin all
night, staring at a gun and thinking about what hes going
to use it for in the morning. (It goes both ways, see. He
recognizes the way his future-self is looking at that Colt.
Hes going to follow their little brother, right back into
Hell.)
So youre just going
to sit here, all night?
Future-Dean doesnt even
blink, or sigh, or fidget. He just takes a swig of his whiskey,
and says, Go see Cas. He knows what you want, just as well
as I do. Maybe even better.
Dean stumbles out of the cabin.
He doesnt go to
Cas, because, fuck, now theres another thing in
this fucked-up future he can barely wrap his head around. He
wanders, aimlessly, weaving through the shadows of the camp as
supplies are loaded and the last survivors of the human race
huddle around fires, drinking, saying goodbye, both
Brothers in battle, friends, families, lovers
And then, he does find
himself at Cas cabin
drawn up the stairs, stepping
through the ridiculous beaded doorway, following the low
candle-light towards Castiels bed. The beads are still
tinkling behind him as he sits down on the mattress, but he
doesnt have to wonder how Cas stays warm at night with that
open doorway theres still body-shaped indents on the
sheets, and the air is still heavy with smoke and sweat and sex.
Cas mouth tastes like Absinthe, and he offers Dean the
near-empty bottle with a loose grin on his lips. Dean knows that
would be enough to keep someone warm, even without company, but
thats not really the point of Absinthe, is it?
Dean finishes the rest of the
bottle, and it isnt long before the tinkling sound of
Cas doorway makes him think of fairies. That, and the fact
that Cas really does know everything his body likes. He
knows just how Dean likes to kiss, slow and sloppy, and not
afraid to use teeth. Though that could just be the result of the
drink. But he knows just how Dean likes to be touched as well,
light and teasing at first, then with a firm and confident grip.
He knows just how to mouth the head of Deans cock, and
kitten-lick at the precome at his slit, until Deans all but
begging to be sucked down.
But Cas knows all the dirty
little things Deans always suspected hed like as
well
Fingers, massaging his prostate, so good he begins
fucking himself down on them even harder as he thrusts up into
Cas mouth
The same kitten-licks on his other slit,
making him writhe and thrust into the mattress beneath him as he
buries his moans into a pillow
And then Castiels
dick, filling him up the way hes always wanted to be
filled, but would never admit, fucking him so right he can barely
breathe, muffling his screams so deep in the sheets.
What Dean doesnt
expect, is how much he likes having a hand fisted in his hair,
pulling on the too-short strands with every thrust
The feel
of stubble, scraping against that sensitive spot on his neck,
right below his ear
And the gun-worn calluses, just this
side of too-rough against the sensitive skin of his cock, as he
comes harder than he ever has in his entire, pathetic life.
Afterwards, when Dean is lying
sprawled and blissed-out across the bed, Cas chuckles, low and
languid, and says, So this is how it
begins
But theres something at
the edge of Castiels laugh that tells him Cas is going to
follow him other him straight into Hell.
Again. And Dean thinks, no. This was just one night. One
night to satisfy his curiosity. And while he is very
satisfied
Deans done with this dog-pile of a future, and he is not
going to let things turn out like this.
Castiel sighs, rolling away.
And this is how it ends.
~ fin
So I won't be studying this year after all. Which means I'll
still have lots of time to write, yay! I haven't forgotten This
Is The Very Ecstasy, but there'll probably be a lot more random
ficlets coming as well...