Fic: Animal I Have Become (Dean/Castiel)
Uh... So I may have gone ahead and answered a prompt at spnkink_meme. The prompt may have been:
Most werewolves look mostly human, with animal minds... After Dean is infected, Dean turns into an anatomically correct, massive wolf, but he's mentally still Dean, and he hate's the "monster" he turns into, and spends the night of the full moon sulking every month. Castiel is in love with Dean, no matter what form he takes, and he's desperate to make Dean understand. Desperate enough to let Dean take his virginity in wolf form. Dean is hesitant at first, but eventually agrees to it. In the end, they both enjoy it.
Bonus points if Wolf!Dean makes it as gentle and tender as he can. (Nuzzling, licking, etc.)
I would not object to Sam being involved as well, but it isn't necessary.
I may have made it a bit too long to post it as a comment and I might have enjoyed writing it a little too much to keep it anon.
So...warnings: uh...beastiality? NC-17 and possibly a little sappy at times. Around ~2300.
Much thanks to puchuupoet for the quick beta.
Animal I Have Become
**
Castiel isn’t there when it happens. He isn’t there in the months that follow. Not for the initial denial- I can’t, Bobby. I can’t. I can’t do this, it’s not real. It’s not. Or the eventual fallout- Fuck this. Fuck this, I’m out of here. The one where Dean runs and Castiel has no way of finding him. None of them do. And it’s been months.
Sam is the one who does it eventually. Always such an innate understanding of his brother, no matter what changes. The moon is full when Sam approaches, Castiel at his side by insistence. Sam may understand Dean but Castiel understands demons.
The place is isolated, the Colorado Mountains are cold. They search an abandoned house but it’s late and Dean isn’t there now. There are restraints that lay useless on the ground. Sam draws his loaded gun but Castiel knows when it comes to it, Sam will not be the one to strike any killing blow. He wonders if either of them will, if either of them can.
Twigs and leaves crack under their feet and startle animals away. Sam’s flashlight zeroes in on each one but each time it isn’t Dean and their hope dashes a little more. Castiel can’t even sense Dean in the area, not like he used to be able to, before the Enochian sigil, and even though he can see perfectly in the darkness he’s never felt as blind.
Sam starts shouting Dean’s name in desperation and Castiel suddenly sees it.
How long has it been watching them for? From between the trees and the cold grey earth, it isn’t noticeable under the sweeps of Sam’s flashlight. Its eyes are calculating, ready. For what? This is a wolf but it’s not what they’re looking for.
Castiel stops, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to try and see through the thick trees. Sam’s gaze and flashlight follow. “It’s a Grey Wolf.” He darts his gaze around for more but there’s none, Castiel knows now.
He takes a step forward. “Dean?”
The wolf launches into action, huge strides eating up the distance and Castiel has a second to see a flash of teeth before Dean is barring down on him. The weight of him takes Castiel to the ground and hot breath pants over his face, bared teeth hovering over his eyes.
Sam’s gun cocks somewhere to the side of them and panic flashes through Castiel. “Sam, wait!”
You son of a bitch. Why weren’t you there? Dean is growling and Castiel can understand.
“I couldn’t find you, Dean. I’m so sorry.” His hands come up and bury his fingers into the thick fur of Dean’s neck. Dean’s massive paws are hard points of pressure against his chest keeping him pinned. Castiel could throw Dean off if he wanted. Instead, he hangs on, feels the rapid beat of Dean’s heart where his hands curl against fur, press down over muscle, and hang on.
Sam stands silent off to the side, watching them, and when he does speak, his voice is lost. “That’s Dean?” Not what either of them had been expecting to find but for the moment, Castiel couldn’t be more relieved.
Look at me. Look at what I am now. His teeth aren’t bared now, the anger has drained and expressive eyes stare down at Castiel. They beg for help, for an explanation. To make it right.
“You are a werewolf with full control of his mind.” And Castiel smiles because such a thing has not happened for hundreds of years.
**
Dean follows them back to the old house with his head hung low to the ground and his paws silent across the leaf litter. Sam keeps glancing back at the wolf that trails them so docilely.
“There’s no way that’s a werewolf. They don’t...they don’t ever even look like that.”
Castiel keeps his voice low even if he knows that Dean will be able to pick up their quiet voices. “There is a very old strain of...pure, I guess you could say, wolves. I wasn’t aware they still existed. They can be very dangerous but they’re intelligent. They still hold their human mind even when their body transforms.”
“So this is it? Dean turns into a wolf...like, an actual wolf for a few days a month but it’s harmless?”
“Essentially. There are still...base animal instincts that he’ll feel. The anger when he saw me, for instance. He’ll need to learn to control them. Animals, like children, feel them much more acutely than you would.”
I’m not a child. It comes out loud as a series of whines but Castiel smiles.
“You are an incredible anomaly, Dean.” There’s no mistaking the bared teeth and laid back ears as anything but insult.
“You can understand everything he says?” Sam asks, drawing Castiel’s attention back.
“Yes.”
“What’s he saying?”
That Sam’s a dick.
“He’s tired.”
Dean growls in response but Castiel doesn’t look back this time. The house is in view, a glow from the windows beckoning them in.
“I think we’re all tired,” Sam agrees and the look he tosses back to Dean is worn and sad.
**
The heat in the old house no longer works, propane long run dry and no electric heaters to speak of. There is a fireplace in the den and Sam gets it going. He stares at Dean the entire time until Dean gets up and pads out of the room, claws clicking against the hardwood floor. For a moment, it looks like Sam will call him back before he huffs out a breath and turns back to the fire that works slowly to heat the house. Castiel follows Dean.
“Dean,” he calls out softly and Dean flicks an ear back before glancing over his shoulder. He doesn’t stop though and Castiel follows him to one of the rooms down a short hall. The house only has one floor and Dean uses a big paw to push open an ajar door. He jumps onto the bed he finds and rests his head down on his paws.
“Dean,” Castiel says again when he walks in and sees Dean. He moves to sit by Dean, Dean’s nose nearly bumping against his thigh so Dean is forced to lift his head and look up. “This is hard for Sam.”
It ain’t a picnic for me, either. The wolf lets out a snort and Castiel resists the urge to reach up and wipe at his face. Look at me, man. I’m a monster and you two should put me down.
Castiel’s eyes blaze at that and he wraps his fingers firmly around Dean’s muzzle. “No. You are not a monster, Dean. The form you take doesn’t matter.”
Dean curls his lips in a snarl and jerks his head away from Castiel’s hand. Why because you can see inside my soul? he asks sarcastically but Castiel nods.
“Yes.”
Shit. Dean gives in with a quiet barking laugh, helped along by Castiel’s hand stroking over his head and between his ears. A moment and he rests his head down on Castiel’s lap. Dude, you need to quit petting me, though.
“You’re not a monster,” is Castiel’s response and Dean rolls his eyes. He falls asleep with Castiel’s fingers still scratching through his fur.
**
Castiel’s not sure when he laid down or when he fell asleep. He can and even enjoys doing that now that he’s cut off from Heaven. He needs the time to...recharge, as Dean might say, and it’s a comfort he’s quickly learned to like taking. He wakes to the feel of sharp teeth pricking against the back of his neck and he can feel the wolf’s body pressing along his back.
“Dean?” he asks and when he tries to turn over, the teeth at his neck press firmer until he stills.
You really believe I’m not a monster, Cas? It’s a muffled whine, an undercurrent of a growl, and Dean’s tongue presses against his skin.
Castiel closes his eyes again. “Of course not. You’re you, Dean. As I said, whatever form you take. As I am.”
I’d never get this close to you if I were still human.
Castiel shivers as Dean’s teeth loosen from his neck and Dean rest his muzzle across Castiel’s neck, nose pressing under Castiel’s chin before a tongue swipes roughly along the line of his jaw. Castiel bites back a gasp. “No but I would have let you. I would have wanted you to.”
I know, Dean confesses and his sigh presses Dean’s barreled chest up against Castiel’s back. I kind of guessed that awhile ago. Wasn’t sure how to... Seems a lot less complicated right now. That’s the child thing speaking, right?
“Animals have...far less inhibitions than humans do.”
I’m not human.
“Neither am I.”
That seems to settle it for Dean and he pushes himself away, scrabbling awkwardly to all four feet on the soft mattress of the bed. Castiel sits up, eying him warily as if Dean will turn and run again. Dean doesn’t. His keen eyes travel the length of Castiel’s body and his tongue licks over the whiskers of his muzzle.
Take your clothes off. I can’t do it for you.
Castiel’s breath catches, shudders. He finds himself staring at Dean before he’s hurrying to comply. He rids himself of trench coat, suit jacket, shoes before Dean seemingly loses his patience and knocks Castiel flat onto his back with a big paw over his chest. He’s gotten the row of buttons undone and Dean’s blunted claws scratch at him through the undershirt.
Dean drops his head, firm paw keeping Castiel down, and Castiel moans when hot breaths pant out over his groin. Dean nuzzles at his crotch and all Castiel can do is submit and shudder under the sparks of pleasure and newness that flood him.
“Dean...” he starts and forgets the words but it doesn’t matter. Dean knows what he’s doing and lifts his head to flash a big wolf grin at him.
Get these off, dude.
Castiel’s hands tremble as he drops them to his pants, pushing the fastenings out of the way before Dean grabs hold of the material with his teeth and tugs down. A minute later and a warm tongue laps across the head of his exposed dick. Castiel almost cries out and Dean’s growl is amused as he swaths a wet path up and down Castiel’s cock.
Wait until I’m human again. I’ll really be able to show you what this can be.
Castiel makes a noise he can’t exactly describe.
Turn over. On your hands and knees.
Castiel does, eager and shaking, pants slipping down his thighs as he moves and Dean’s teeth tug down his boxers. Then they’re on the back of his neck again, biting gently, and Castiel can feel Dean’s forelegs on either side of his waist, strong and solid. Dean’s soft fur tickles along his back where Castiel’s shirt has rucked up as Dean mounts him and then Dean’s cock is brushing up between his thighs. Castiel whimpers and Dean growls into his ear.
Forgot you hadn’t done this. Relax, Cas. I’m not a monster. I won’t hurt you.
Castiel forces himself to breathe out. “I know. Please do it.”
Dean’s teeth hold his neck; hold Castiel still, when he rocks his hips forward, slick cock sliding inside Castiel’s body. Castiel would fall if Dean weren’t hanging on, sharp teeth bruising against his skin now as Dean sinks in further. His chest pushes against Castiel’s back, his forearms press harder against Castiel’s waist. Castiel’s head is spinning as Dean just keeps pushing in.
Then Dean’s fucking him, short hard movements, and his breath is panting heavy and damp across Castiel’s skin though his teeth never once let go. Dean keeps talking, I’ve got you, Cas, I’ve got you. And Castiel is so hard. Touch yourself, Dean instructs and Castiel does, hand wrapping around his dick as hard as Dean keeps driving into him.
Castiel comes first, rocking back on Dean, and biting his lip to stop the noise that lodges in his throat anyway. Dean keeps moving, soft growls that could be reassuring or could be mindless, until he’s biting down hard enough to draw a well of blood to the surface and his forearms feels as though they’re trying to squeeze the life from Castiel. Castiel moans, his dick twitches with his hand still wrapped around it.
He nearly falls again when Dean relaxes, flat tongue licking up the trace amounts of blood from his neck. Don’t move yet. You gotta...gotta stay still.
Then Castiel feels it, the knot deep inside him, pressure that makes his arms want to turn to water and his chest tight with how good it feels, spilling the last vestiges of pleasure through his veins.
“Oh...” he manages to say and that snickering growl of a laugh reaches his ears again.
You know if Sam heard this, we’re gonna be getting some definite bitch looks in the morning.
“Do you care?”
Dean seems to contemplate that for a moment. Oddly enough, no. He nuzzles at the back of Castiel head, warm breaths ruffling up Castiel’s hair.
“Will you come back to Bobby’s with us?”
Sneaky son of a bitch. There’s a pause and a loud wuff of breath. Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come back with you.
“Both of us.”
Yeah, okay.
Castiel smiles and feels the equivalent from Dean.
Most werewolves look mostly human, with animal minds... After Dean is infected, Dean turns into an anatomically correct, massive wolf, but he's mentally still Dean, and he hate's the "monster" he turns into, and spends the night of the full moon sulking every month. Castiel is in love with Dean, no matter what form he takes, and he's desperate to make Dean understand. Desperate enough to let Dean take his virginity in wolf form. Dean is hesitant at first, but eventually agrees to it. In the end, they both enjoy it.
Bonus points if Wolf!Dean makes it as gentle and tender as he can. (Nuzzling, licking, etc.)
I would not object to Sam being involved as well, but it isn't necessary.
I may have made it a bit too long to post it as a comment and I might have enjoyed writing it a little too much to keep it anon.
So...warnings: uh...beastiality? NC-17 and possibly a little sappy at times. Around ~2300.
Much thanks to puchuupoet for the quick beta.
Animal I Have Become
**
Castiel isn’t there when it happens. He isn’t there in the months that follow. Not for the initial denial- I can’t, Bobby. I can’t. I can’t do this, it’s not real. It’s not. Or the eventual fallout- Fuck this. Fuck this, I’m out of here. The one where Dean runs and Castiel has no way of finding him. None of them do. And it’s been months.
Sam is the one who does it eventually. Always such an innate understanding of his brother, no matter what changes. The moon is full when Sam approaches, Castiel at his side by insistence. Sam may understand Dean but Castiel understands demons.
The place is isolated, the Colorado Mountains are cold. They search an abandoned house but it’s late and Dean isn’t there now. There are restraints that lay useless on the ground. Sam draws his loaded gun but Castiel knows when it comes to it, Sam will not be the one to strike any killing blow. He wonders if either of them will, if either of them can.
Twigs and leaves crack under their feet and startle animals away. Sam’s flashlight zeroes in on each one but each time it isn’t Dean and their hope dashes a little more. Castiel can’t even sense Dean in the area, not like he used to be able to, before the Enochian sigil, and even though he can see perfectly in the darkness he’s never felt as blind.
Sam starts shouting Dean’s name in desperation and Castiel suddenly sees it.
How long has it been watching them for? From between the trees and the cold grey earth, it isn’t noticeable under the sweeps of Sam’s flashlight. Its eyes are calculating, ready. For what? This is a wolf but it’s not what they’re looking for.
Castiel stops, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to try and see through the thick trees. Sam’s gaze and flashlight follow. “It’s a Grey Wolf.” He darts his gaze around for more but there’s none, Castiel knows now.
He takes a step forward. “Dean?”
The wolf launches into action, huge strides eating up the distance and Castiel has a second to see a flash of teeth before Dean is barring down on him. The weight of him takes Castiel to the ground and hot breath pants over his face, bared teeth hovering over his eyes.
Sam’s gun cocks somewhere to the side of them and panic flashes through Castiel. “Sam, wait!”
You son of a bitch. Why weren’t you there? Dean is growling and Castiel can understand.
“I couldn’t find you, Dean. I’m so sorry.” His hands come up and bury his fingers into the thick fur of Dean’s neck. Dean’s massive paws are hard points of pressure against his chest keeping him pinned. Castiel could throw Dean off if he wanted. Instead, he hangs on, feels the rapid beat of Dean’s heart where his hands curl against fur, press down over muscle, and hang on.
Sam stands silent off to the side, watching them, and when he does speak, his voice is lost. “That’s Dean?” Not what either of them had been expecting to find but for the moment, Castiel couldn’t be more relieved.
Look at me. Look at what I am now. His teeth aren’t bared now, the anger has drained and expressive eyes stare down at Castiel. They beg for help, for an explanation. To make it right.
“You are a werewolf with full control of his mind.” And Castiel smiles because such a thing has not happened for hundreds of years.
**
Dean follows them back to the old house with his head hung low to the ground and his paws silent across the leaf litter. Sam keeps glancing back at the wolf that trails them so docilely.
“There’s no way that’s a werewolf. They don’t...they don’t ever even look like that.”
Castiel keeps his voice low even if he knows that Dean will be able to pick up their quiet voices. “There is a very old strain of...pure, I guess you could say, wolves. I wasn’t aware they still existed. They can be very dangerous but they’re intelligent. They still hold their human mind even when their body transforms.”
“So this is it? Dean turns into a wolf...like, an actual wolf for a few days a month but it’s harmless?”
“Essentially. There are still...base animal instincts that he’ll feel. The anger when he saw me, for instance. He’ll need to learn to control them. Animals, like children, feel them much more acutely than you would.”
I’m not a child. It comes out loud as a series of whines but Castiel smiles.
“You are an incredible anomaly, Dean.” There’s no mistaking the bared teeth and laid back ears as anything but insult.
“You can understand everything he says?” Sam asks, drawing Castiel’s attention back.
“Yes.”
“What’s he saying?”
That Sam’s a dick.
“He’s tired.”
Dean growls in response but Castiel doesn’t look back this time. The house is in view, a glow from the windows beckoning them in.
“I think we’re all tired,” Sam agrees and the look he tosses back to Dean is worn and sad.
**
The heat in the old house no longer works, propane long run dry and no electric heaters to speak of. There is a fireplace in the den and Sam gets it going. He stares at Dean the entire time until Dean gets up and pads out of the room, claws clicking against the hardwood floor. For a moment, it looks like Sam will call him back before he huffs out a breath and turns back to the fire that works slowly to heat the house. Castiel follows Dean.
“Dean,” he calls out softly and Dean flicks an ear back before glancing over his shoulder. He doesn’t stop though and Castiel follows him to one of the rooms down a short hall. The house only has one floor and Dean uses a big paw to push open an ajar door. He jumps onto the bed he finds and rests his head down on his paws.
“Dean,” Castiel says again when he walks in and sees Dean. He moves to sit by Dean, Dean’s nose nearly bumping against his thigh so Dean is forced to lift his head and look up. “This is hard for Sam.”
It ain’t a picnic for me, either. The wolf lets out a snort and Castiel resists the urge to reach up and wipe at his face. Look at me, man. I’m a monster and you two should put me down.
Castiel’s eyes blaze at that and he wraps his fingers firmly around Dean’s muzzle. “No. You are not a monster, Dean. The form you take doesn’t matter.”
Dean curls his lips in a snarl and jerks his head away from Castiel’s hand. Why because you can see inside my soul? he asks sarcastically but Castiel nods.
“Yes.”
Shit. Dean gives in with a quiet barking laugh, helped along by Castiel’s hand stroking over his head and between his ears. A moment and he rests his head down on Castiel’s lap. Dude, you need to quit petting me, though.
“You’re not a monster,” is Castiel’s response and Dean rolls his eyes. He falls asleep with Castiel’s fingers still scratching through his fur.
**
Castiel’s not sure when he laid down or when he fell asleep. He can and even enjoys doing that now that he’s cut off from Heaven. He needs the time to...recharge, as Dean might say, and it’s a comfort he’s quickly learned to like taking. He wakes to the feel of sharp teeth pricking against the back of his neck and he can feel the wolf’s body pressing along his back.
“Dean?” he asks and when he tries to turn over, the teeth at his neck press firmer until he stills.
You really believe I’m not a monster, Cas? It’s a muffled whine, an undercurrent of a growl, and Dean’s tongue presses against his skin.
Castiel closes his eyes again. “Of course not. You’re you, Dean. As I said, whatever form you take. As I am.”
I’d never get this close to you if I were still human.
Castiel shivers as Dean’s teeth loosen from his neck and Dean rest his muzzle across Castiel’s neck, nose pressing under Castiel’s chin before a tongue swipes roughly along the line of his jaw. Castiel bites back a gasp. “No but I would have let you. I would have wanted you to.”
I know, Dean confesses and his sigh presses Dean’s barreled chest up against Castiel’s back. I kind of guessed that awhile ago. Wasn’t sure how to... Seems a lot less complicated right now. That’s the child thing speaking, right?
“Animals have...far less inhibitions than humans do.”
I’m not human.
“Neither am I.”
That seems to settle it for Dean and he pushes himself away, scrabbling awkwardly to all four feet on the soft mattress of the bed. Castiel sits up, eying him warily as if Dean will turn and run again. Dean doesn’t. His keen eyes travel the length of Castiel’s body and his tongue licks over the whiskers of his muzzle.
Take your clothes off. I can’t do it for you.
Castiel’s breath catches, shudders. He finds himself staring at Dean before he’s hurrying to comply. He rids himself of trench coat, suit jacket, shoes before Dean seemingly loses his patience and knocks Castiel flat onto his back with a big paw over his chest. He’s gotten the row of buttons undone and Dean’s blunted claws scratch at him through the undershirt.
Dean drops his head, firm paw keeping Castiel down, and Castiel moans when hot breaths pant out over his groin. Dean nuzzles at his crotch and all Castiel can do is submit and shudder under the sparks of pleasure and newness that flood him.
“Dean...” he starts and forgets the words but it doesn’t matter. Dean knows what he’s doing and lifts his head to flash a big wolf grin at him.
Get these off, dude.
Castiel’s hands tremble as he drops them to his pants, pushing the fastenings out of the way before Dean grabs hold of the material with his teeth and tugs down. A minute later and a warm tongue laps across the head of his exposed dick. Castiel almost cries out and Dean’s growl is amused as he swaths a wet path up and down Castiel’s cock.
Wait until I’m human again. I’ll really be able to show you what this can be.
Castiel makes a noise he can’t exactly describe.
Turn over. On your hands and knees.
Castiel does, eager and shaking, pants slipping down his thighs as he moves and Dean’s teeth tug down his boxers. Then they’re on the back of his neck again, biting gently, and Castiel can feel Dean’s forelegs on either side of his waist, strong and solid. Dean’s soft fur tickles along his back where Castiel’s shirt has rucked up as Dean mounts him and then Dean’s cock is brushing up between his thighs. Castiel whimpers and Dean growls into his ear.
Forgot you hadn’t done this. Relax, Cas. I’m not a monster. I won’t hurt you.
Castiel forces himself to breathe out. “I know. Please do it.”
Dean’s teeth hold his neck; hold Castiel still, when he rocks his hips forward, slick cock sliding inside Castiel’s body. Castiel would fall if Dean weren’t hanging on, sharp teeth bruising against his skin now as Dean sinks in further. His chest pushes against Castiel’s back, his forearms press harder against Castiel’s waist. Castiel’s head is spinning as Dean just keeps pushing in.
Then Dean’s fucking him, short hard movements, and his breath is panting heavy and damp across Castiel’s skin though his teeth never once let go. Dean keeps talking, I’ve got you, Cas, I’ve got you. And Castiel is so hard. Touch yourself, Dean instructs and Castiel does, hand wrapping around his dick as hard as Dean keeps driving into him.
Castiel comes first, rocking back on Dean, and biting his lip to stop the noise that lodges in his throat anyway. Dean keeps moving, soft growls that could be reassuring or could be mindless, until he’s biting down hard enough to draw a well of blood to the surface and his forearms feels as though they’re trying to squeeze the life from Castiel. Castiel moans, his dick twitches with his hand still wrapped around it.
He nearly falls again when Dean relaxes, flat tongue licking up the trace amounts of blood from his neck. Don’t move yet. You gotta...gotta stay still.
Then Castiel feels it, the knot deep inside him, pressure that makes his arms want to turn to water and his chest tight with how good it feels, spilling the last vestiges of pleasure through his veins.
“Oh...” he manages to say and that snickering growl of a laugh reaches his ears again.
You know if Sam heard this, we’re gonna be getting some definite bitch looks in the morning.
“Do you care?”
Dean seems to contemplate that for a moment. Oddly enough, no. He nuzzles at the back of Castiel head, warm breaths ruffling up Castiel’s hair.
“Will you come back to Bobby’s with us?”
Sneaky son of a bitch. There’s a pause and a loud wuff of breath. Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come back with you.
“Both of us.”
Yeah, okay.
Castiel smiles and feels the equivalent from Dean.