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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, Sastiel_-_Freeform, Destiel_-_Freeform,
      Castiel_in_the_Bunker, Men_of_Letters_Bunker, Bunker_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-26 Updated: 2017-09-28 Chapters: 4/? Words: 13987
****** Where the hell do you get off?! ******
by FythyrWisp
Summary
     As an angel, it's in his nature to provide comfort to humans, how
     could he refuse? ...And why are they angry about it?
Notes
     (A/N: I feel like I should ask forgiveness for what I'm about to
     do... On the other hand, you're welcome.
     Trigger warning specific to this chapter, Sam thought he had raped a
     girl while soulless. Turns out she just likes to role-play like that,
     completely consensual. Cue angsty, guilt-ridden Sam.
     Love you all, please take care of your mental health, and thanks for
     reading.
     Let the smut commence.
     FW)
***** Chapter 1 *****
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It was Sam who approached him first. He hadn't seen that coming.
"Cas, please, if you're there... I just... I really need a friend right now. I
can't talk to Dean about this..." the prayer came through tinged with agony.
Castiel arrived shortly thereafter, to find Sam kneeling at the side of his
bed, still in his pajamas, tears in his eyes.
"Sam. What is it?"
Sam slowly got up from the floor. "I, um... I had this really, really messed up
dream, I think I did something, when I didn't have my soul. Something horrible.
I can't tell if it's a memory or a dream."
Castiel nodded. "What happened in your dream?"
Sam's face twisted in self-hate. "I, uh... there was this girl... I think... I
think I hurt her. And... I get the feeling she was underage."
"Sam, even without a soul, you knew right from wrong. This sounds like it was
nightmare."
"Please, Cas, I need to know. I can't... I can't have this hanging over me."
Sam pleaded.
Castiel furrowed his brow. "I can find out easily enough, but I'm concerned
about what your reaction will be if it did happen."
Sam rubbed at his eyes, as he must have several times before praying, and sat
down on the bed. "I don't know. I don't know what I would do, but, I really
need to know."
Castiel reached two fingers toward Sam's forehead. "Focus on the dream,
whatever small details you can, I'll see where it goes in your brain."
Sam nodded, and closed his eyes as Castiel made contact.
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"Mmmmmm... that's good... but you gotta go harder."
"How hard?" Sam mumbled against her neck, speeding up as he held her hands to
the floor above her head.
"Make me believe it," she answered in a moan, "Let go of one of my hands, I'll
slap you on the shoulder if I need to get you to stop, otherwise, keep going."
Castiel considered the figures before him. It seemed rough, to his mind, but
certainly consensual. She was on her back, pink slip-dress pulled down past her
breasts and up around her waist, her legs around his bare hips. His torso was
bare, and his jeans sat close to the top of his thighs, his belt buckle
scratching at the wood floor as he moved.
The memory, including the activation of nerve endings he was receiving from Sam
were overpowering.
He watched as Sam's body thrust into her, keeping her pinned down, his muscles
throughout his shoulders, back, and hips all on display.
He could feel it as the memory entered a state of dream, the girl tangling her
hand in his hair, yanking back with a groan.
"Please... AHH! It hurts!" she panted.
Without the previous context, Castiel could easily see why Sam would be upset
to see this.
"Please! Stop! Stop! I won't tell anyone!"
Sam growled against her throat, and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, making
her cry out. "You can take it harder, can't you?"
"NO! Please! Stop! Let me go!" She squirmed, making half an attempt to get away
as Sam slammed into her harder, causing her to give a scream of pleasure.
Castiel could feel the dream shifting back to Sam's memory cortex.
Sam was slowing down.
"What the fuck?" she asked.
"Sorry, got a little too close there." Sam answered.
"I was close! C'mon, I need this!" she whined.
Sam slammed his body into her, gaining further false protests.
Castiel wasn't sure he should continue to watch, and felt a little ashamed
doing so, but he couldn't properly assure Sam unless he knew what had happened.
Pleading with him to stop, but never giving the agreed upon signal, she tensed
and screamed through her orgasm, shaking hard against Sam.
A moment later he clapped a hand over her mouth, and shoved deep inside her,
holding there as his body gave several sharp jolts.
Removing his hand, Sam pressed a kiss to the middle of her chest, and rolled
off of her, coming to rest on the floor. The condom was glistening with her
juices, as was her flesh. She dropped her hand to the same place he'd just
left, fondling her sensitive flesh gently as he carefully removed the condom.
"You were right, that was pretty good... might want to tone it down, though,
you're gonna get somebody arrested one of these days."
The girl laughed. "Hell, I could do that now."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't freak out, but I'm not technically legal until next week." she said,
straightening her clothes.
"What? You said-"
"I said I'm 22. And if anyone else wants to know, I'm 22. And when I have my
birthday, I'm going to tell all my friends at work I'm 23. So, relax."
Sam ran a hand through his hair. "You shouldn't do that."
She shrugged. "It's not like I'm 12. Besides, that was totally worth it."
Sam sat up, shaking his head.
"So, you still want to check out that bar?" she asked.
Sam shook his head, "Nah, that kind of took a lot out of me. I think I'll head
home, call it a night."
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Castiel looked up again to find Sam's red-rimmed eyes surrounded with worry.
"What did I do?"
"You didn't hurt her. What you saw was a small portion of what happened."
Castiel attempted to explain.
"I didn't..." Sam's voice was a broken whisper, "I didn't hurt her?"
"No. You were both agreeable to what was happening. She didn't signal you to
stop, and she was upset when you did. Overall, she was ...very pleased."
Castiel admitted awkwardly.
Sam buried his face in his hands, shaking slightly. "Oh my god... I thought I
raped her. The dream, it was just like... like it was really happening. And...
I don't know, sometimes, some girls... I'm not trying to, but, just... I'm too
damn long, it hurts them... I don't want to hurt anyone."
Castiel lingered in the middle of the room. "You're not the type of person who
hurts people, Sam. Not intentionally."
Sam looked up. "But she... she liked it?"
Castiel nodded. "She was very content."
Sam nodded, still shaken. "This is a weird conversation, but... you basically
saw and heard everything, huh?"
"It is a fairly personal subject. Although aside from being able to check your
memory, I don't understand why you would speak to me about this instead of your
brother." Castiel answered.
Sam shook his head. "He would tell me it's just a dream, and that I wouldn't do
that. That really doesn't help."
"He does prefer to protect you, even from yourself." Castiel responded.
"Cas, if I had hurt her, would you have told me the truth?" Sam asked.
Castiel considered his face for a moment. "I would have reminded you that you
were not yourself at that time, and the reason you were without your soul in
the first place was that I left it behind in the cage. Therefore, fault would
have rested more with me than with you."
Sam went quiet.
"Sam, are you all right?" Castiel asked.
Sam shook his head. "Um... I don't know... I mean, I feel like it could have
happened, you know? Like it wasn't bad enough for me to say I could never do
that, but more like I had to know because I thought I could have done it, so
that made it more likely?"
"Sam,-"
"C'mon, you think I don't remember when you called me an abomination? I'm
not-... I try to be a good person, but I don't think I am." Sam stood up, the
bed shifting against the floor as he did.
Castiel pulled Sam into a tight hug, trying to still his friend's pacing. He
didn't expect to find Sam's lips against his.
Sam turned his head. "I'm sorry."
"Sam, you're upset. Humans are, well, very emotional. It's understandab-"
Sam leaned in, kissing him hungrily. Castiel could feel tears on the other
man's cheeks as he submitted, allowing Sam to use him as a distraction to block
out his personal crisis.
Sam's hands slid under the coat and jacket he normally wore, pulling him
closer.
"Sam... are you certain this is something you want from me?" Castiel asked in a
quiet and level voice.
"I just don't want to think about anything right now." Sam said. "Is this okay?
Just this once?"
Castiel nodded. "I assume you're seeking comfort, and that's something I want
to provide. As your friend."
Sam nodded, "That's all I want."
Castiel kissed him gently, allowing Sam to begin undressing him. Castiel pulled
his tie off and added it to the stack of clothing on Sam's chair as Sam started
on his buttons.
He was able to recall how his instincts had led him when he'd been human, with
April, and he slipped his fingers inside the edge of Sam's shirt, finding soft
flesh.
Buttons undone, Sam brought his hand up to the side of Castiel's neck, stroking
his earlobe with his thumb, leaning their foreheads together. "I don't... I
don't know what to do, exactly. I just know I don't want to hurt you... Is
there something you want? Something I can do?"
Castiel shrugged slightly. "Just keep going. These things have a way of sorting
themselves out. You're very unlikely to harm me."
"Keep going?" Sam nodded. "Okay..."
Castiel wasn't expecting Sam to lift him from the floor, pulling his legs
around his waist, and press him to the closest wall, rubbing his hands along
the back of Cas' thighs. Sam kissed him, invading his mouth, tasting him,
sucking at his lips and tongue, making him moan. Castiel shook as he felt Sam's
hand below him, touching him though his slacks.
Sam pulled back from the wall, and Castiel suddenly found them both to be on
the bed, Sam's mouth manipulating the skin on his throat, grazing his teeth
against Castiel's stubble, sinking lower.
"Mm! Tighter, Cas." Sam said, giving his thigh a pat. Castiel tightened his
legs around Sam's waist as Sam gasped.
Castiel felt and heard a pop in Sam's lower back. He threw a frightened look to
Sam's face, worried he'd broken the human man, but Sam only moaned. "Ohhh, god,
I've been trying to get that to pop all week..."
"You're not injured?" Castiel asked.
Sam shook his head. "No, that helped. Well, not with this, but, yeah."
Finding his own shirt gone, Castiel peeled Sam's from his body. Sam cooperated,
then brought his hands down Castiel's body, seeking his belt as Castiel stroked
Sam's hair back from his eyes.
Sam unfastened Castiel's belt, and started on his slacks when he suddenly
stopped, flinching away.
"Sam...?"
Sam nodded, "Sorry, Cas, I just..."
"If you've changed your mind,-" Castiel started.
"It's not that... I mean, it's different, but, no. I just.. I keep hearing her
scream, from the dream, and it's..."
"Unsettling?" Castiel offered.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
Castiel unwound his legs, kicking his shoes off as Sam went back to his zipper,
leaning down to kiss him again. Sam worked his fingers into Castiel's
waistband, moving deeper down the front of his pants. Castiel gasped and jumped
as Sam found his tender skin.
Sam pressed his lips hard against Castiel's neck, muttering. "Let me touch
you."
Castiel kept still as Sam pushed deeper into his boxers, grasping, feeling him.
Sam let out a moan. "Damn, Cas, you're hard."
After a firm squeeze, Sam pulled back, and dragged the rest of Castiel's
clothing from his body. Sam barely had to shift the sweatpants from his hips to
get them to fall from his body. Sam shifted his weight, hesitation plaguing
him.
Castiel sat up, and reached for his hand. "Sam, you appear to be over thinking
things."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's just, I'm still hearing it." Sam said sadly.
Castiel got up onto his knees, pulling Sam into a gentle embrace. "You didn't
do that."
Sam took a deep, shaking breath, putting his head on Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel stroked Sam's hair out of the way, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
Sam's hands slid up Castiel's back, giving his shoulders and squeeze add he
pressed the front of his body firmly against him.
Castiel could feel Sam's hard length pressed tight to his thigh, a hint of
moisture at the tip, as Sam slowly began to rock against him.
Sam reached for him again, squeezing him hard, his mouth soon frantic on
Castiel's neck. "Tell me if it's too much... I only know what works for me."
Castiel nodded against him, giving a breathy moan as Sam squeezed tighter.
Castiel let his hand trace Sam's muscles down to his ass, grasping firmly, and
pressing into him harder, as Sam bit down on the edge of his jaw.
Sam pulled back, almost shoving Castiel away, panting. "Hang on. I just gotta
get something."
Castiel watched Sam cross the room, digging through a duffel he always kept by
the door, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
A few seconds later, he was back on the bed, kissing Castiel, taking hold of
him with firm hands, moving him exactly where he wanted the angel to be.
Sam bit into his shoulder, pulling Castiel's back tight to his chest, grinding
his hips against his ass as he reached in front of him, finding every intimate
way he could manage to touch him.
Castiel lost himself in Sam's motions, as one of Sam's hands traveled firmly up
his chest, leaning him, stretching him backward over Sam's chest, up his
throat, tracing his lower lip, before dipping two fingers into his open mouth.
He closed his lips around them, unsure what else to do, but Sam was soon moving
them in and out slowly, as he continued to rock against Castiel's body.
Sam pulled his fingers back from Castiel's mouth, and leaned forward, pressing
him down onto all fours, and stroked his wet fingers against his entrance,
still fondling him firmly.
Castiel was starting to relax into the feeling when Sam suddenly pressed in
with both fingers, making him jerk and whine.
"Sorry," Sam panted, "I should have asked you... you okay?"
"It's all right, Sam. Maybe a little slower?" Castiel suggested.
"I'll try to remember." Sam muttered, reaching for the bottle.
Castiel shivered as Sam dripped the cold liquid against the point their flesh
met, and began working his fingers in and out slowly, changing the angle,
feeling, searching inside of his body. "If you're looking for-"
Castiel jolted as Sam struck his target.
"I think I got it," Sam said with a chuckle, dragging his fingers across it
again, making him shake and moan.
Castiel heard Sam slick himself with his free hand. Sam's fingers left him, the
same hand grasping his hip, holding him steady as he pressed inside. Castiel
groaned as he felt his body stretch to accommodate Sam's tip.
Sam doubled over, his face pressed against Castiel's skin, completely engrossed
in Castiel's body.
"Sam... you can go further. You won't hurt me." Castiel said softly.
Sam shook his head against Castiel, "If I go too deep, it'll bruise-... you
don't have a cervix."
"I don't. Not in this vessel."
Sam raised his head, drunk on his hormones and somewhat dazed. "How deep can I
go?"
Castiel pressed back against him, encouraging him.
Sam let go of his base, and allowed himself to sink deeper into Castiel, his
panting picking up a hint of a whimper. "Cas... you gotta tell me... if it
hurts, you gotta tell me."
Castiel choked on a groan as Sam slid against his prostate. "It doesn't hurt...
and I can heal myself, I'll be all right."
Sam stared down at himself as he pressed in the last inch, shaking slightly.
"Holy crap, Cas... I'm in, all the way... That almost never happens."
Castiel gasped as Sam suddenly reached below him, gripping him impossibly
tight, and shoved forward, flattening him into the rumpled blankets on the bed,
and began to move within him.
Sam moved his thumb across Castiel's tip, spreading precum over his glans,
making him thrust into Sam's hand. Sam gasped at the feeling of Castiel
tightening around him and shoving forward with his hips. "Did that feel good?"
Castiel nodded, breathing heavily, "Yes, it does."
"How do you like it when you do it yourself?" Sam asked.
"Do what myself?" Castiel responded, confused.
Sam continued to rock his hips, bringing more friction into his thrusts. "You
know... getting yourself off... masturbation."
"I don't... I really have no interest in pleasuring my vessel."
"Right," Sam breathed against his skin, "Angel... Mmn, I'm balls deep in an
angel... Okay, I know what I like, let me do that to you."
Castiel shuddered as Sam brought his free hand down Castiel's chest and
abdomen, taking him in both hands, twisting and squeezing, stroking, and then
slipping one hand lower to give warm, gentle attention to Castiel's testicles
as he began to stroke him in earnest against the sheet, all the while picking
up speed with his thrusts.
Sam seemed to take encouragement from the sounds, noises, really, that he was
bringing from Castiel involuntarily, and was soon thrusting mindlessly, his
moans joining Castiel's.
"Sam!... I... ohhhh... I'm trying to... hold back... Sam?!... AAAAAHHH!!"
Castiel grasped the blankets as his body submitted to the tight heat that
sprang loose inside him.
Sam let go of Castiel, moving with his entire body, grabbing hold of him
anywhere his hands could find purchase. "Oh, shit, that was hot... Cas...
hmmng!... I need this.. I need... Oh, goddamn!MM!"
Sam thrust in brutally several times before burying himself deep within
Castiel, shaking with several spurts. His erection not yet completely gone, he
gave several sharp thrusts before he was too limp to continue.
Castiel didn't attempt to move as Sam carefully slipped out of his body.
"Hey, Cas?... you okay? I hope I wasn't too rough with you." Sam said, slowly
moving away.
Castiel didn't tell Sam he'd had to heal himself at least twice. "That was very
enjoyable, Sam. And I'm not injured."
"You, um... you won't tell Dean, right?" Sam asked. "Sometimes he says stuff he
doesn't mean just to be a jerk. This isn't something I'd want him to bring up
like that."
Castiel nodded. "If he hears anything of this, it will be from you, although it
wouldn't bother me if you do tell him."
Sam gave a tired smile and pulled on Castiel's hand before curling up closer to
him. "Cas, you're kind of hot, for a guy... If you want to do this again
sometime, I owe you one, okay?"
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***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     (A/N: So... that wasn't my usual pairing. And I'm uploading two
     chapters at once because I have a feeling everyone is going to want
     to get an idea where this is going.
     FW)
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The fight had been particularly bad. Sam was going to take one of the antique
Letters cars, but Dean had insisted.
"Don't you fucking dare, bitch. You want to ditch me, fine. But don't make me
drag my car out to come get your stranded ass when a Letters' car breaks down,
because I'll just beat the shit out of you when I get there! Not to mention the
bullshit lack of weapons. Just take the Impala, and get lost!"
Sam had slammed the door to the garage as he stormed out, soon followed by the
familiar roar.
Dean brushed by Castiel, shaking his head.
Castiel continued to search for a case. It had been weeks, and had to be the
reason Dean had taken to criticism and cruel jokes.
Some time later, Dean stumbled into the library, plopping into the chair across
the table from Castiel, and stared at him over the top of the laptop.
"Got us a case?" Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head. "Nothing yet."
Dean let out an exaggerated sigh, letting his head fall back over the back of
the chair. "Ohhhh, I can't take this shit anymore... Hey... you want some?"
Castiel looked up to find Dean offering him a very large and nearly empty
bottle of particularly strong whiskey, which he quickly accepted, "Dean, was
this the unopened bottle that was on the counter?"
Dean gave him a blank look. "Maybe?"
Castiel carefully took the bottle as Dean swayed slightly, "You've had quite a
lot of it."
Dean nodded, "Yeah, well, I usually drink till Sam gets back... He's not back
yet."
"Why do you stop when Sam returns?" Castiel asked.
Dean shrugged. "I hate being alone. When he gets back, I'm not anymore, so..."
"You aren't alone. You could have joined me, and helped look for a case,"
Castiel replied, "Rather than risk alcohol poisoning."
Dean shoved himself out of the chair, "I am not... Not, that,.. far gone."
"Let me know when your hangover becomes unbearable, and I'll come heal you."
Castiel said, turning back to the computer.
"Fine. You wanna take Sam's side, just give me the..." Dean motioned toward the
bottle.
Castiel, still looking at the screen, took the bottle from the table and set it
on the floor to the right of his chair.
"C'mon, Cas, don't be a dick." Dean said, getting up and coming around the end
of the table to Castiel's left.
Castiel wasn't certain if Dean was trying to use personal space to make him
uncomfortable, or if he was too drunk to care, but Dean leaned over him to
reach for the bottle.
Castiel allowed his grace to displace the bottle by another two feet further
away as Dean's hand nearly reached it, causing him to land heavily on Castiel's
lap. Castiel responded to the stumble by slapping Dean firmly on the rear.
Dean bolted upright, throwing Castiel a confused look.
"I would assume you've consumed as much as you can handle, I don't recommend
any more."
"You're not gonna let me drink?" Dean asked, surprized.
"I'm sure you can find other ways to entertain yourself, Dean." Castiel said,
turning back to the computer.
Dean suddenly swung a leg over Castiel's lap, and took hold of the sides of his
neck, kissing him softly. "Gimme the bottle."
"No." Castiel reached up with two fingers and tapped Dean on the forehead,
instantly bringing him back to sober.
Dean shrugged, and started to get up, toward the right side of Castiel's chair.
Castiel grasped Dean's thigh, offsetting his balance, making him come down onto
Castiel's lap again, hard.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Your liver."
"What about it?"
"It's... not well." Castiel said.
Dean gave a motion as though he'd written it off long ago. "Yeah, kind of
expect that."
Castiel took hold of the hem of the long sleeved grey undershirt Dean wore
below his flannel, bringing it up nearly to his throat.
Dean caught hold of Castiel's shoulder with one hand as both of Castiel's hands
moved to cover the area of Dean's liver, a considerable amount of flesh below
his right nipple, stretching to the left, past his sternum.
The hem of the shirt fell over Castiel's hands, but did nearly nothing to hide
the brief glow.
Castiel pulled his hands out from under Dean's shirt, dropping them to his
sides.
"Why didn't you just heal that when you sobered me up?" Dean asked quietly.
"It wasn't reversible enough to heal. You needed a small miracle... or perhaps
chemotherapy."
"Cas..." Dean breathed, "Did you just... Did I have cancer? Did you just un-
cancer me?"
Castiel nodded, looking away.
"How bad was it?... Nevermind, I don't need to know." Dean pulled Castiel
close, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Thank you."
"Dean, you... uh..."
"Yeah, sorry. I only kissed you because I was drunk, and trying to distract you
to get the bottle back."
"Yes, but... your erection only occurred since you've been sober."
Dean stiffened, this time in his upper torso. "Um... your hands are really
warm... I should go."
Dean started to unwrap his arms from Castiel, but stilled as Castiel's hands
slid under his shirt, going slowly up his back.
"Cas..." Dean said softly, "Friends pick on each other when alcohol is
involved... but they don't feel each other up like this."
"Why?" Castiel asked, circling one of his fingers to cross a sensitive spot a
second time.
"Because... it's just not something... oh fuck, I don't know why, you just
don't." Dean said, straightening, forcing himself to let go. "Look, I'm sorry.
I'm probably confusing the hell out of you right now, and that's not fair to
you. I shouldn't have kissed-"
Castiel leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to Dean's, dropping one hand
to his thigh. After a few seconds hesitation, Dean began to kiss back.
Dean's breathing changed noticeably as Castiel continued to move his fingers
across his back, sliding his hand up to Dean's hip.
"Cas... you don't have to..." Dean whispered, a hint of pleading in his voice,
"Don't ever feel like you have to, not for me..."
"But you want me to?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded in admittance. "Yeah, but... if you don't, then I don't want that."
Castiel held Dean tightly to him as he stood, pushing the laptop out of the
way, setting Dean gently on the table, kissing him softly.
Dean tangled his fingers in Castiel's hair, stroking his thumb over his ear,
slowly removing his tie with his free hand until he could get Castiel's top
button undone, and moved to his neck, still with soft, gentle touches of his
lips.
Castiel quickly removed Dean's shirts, trying to keep his head far enough back
to allow Dean to continue. Dean let go of his hair, sliding his hand down the
other side of Castiel's neck, making for the next button as Castiel shrugged
free of his coat and jacket, quickly wrapping his arms around Dean as soon as
his shirt came away, pressing Dean down to lay on the table, kissing him
hungrily and moving down to his bare chest. Dean clutched Castiel's shoulders
as his hands traveled his skin, lips tracing his muscles and seeking out a
nipple, making him buck his hips.
Dean shook slightly as Castiel dragged his hands down Dean's sides, grasping
his hips, and pulling his ass off the edge of the table, grabbing it firmly.
"Ohhh, Cas, that's good..."
Dean tangled his fingers in Castiel's hair again, pulling him gently higher to
kiss him, sucking at his lips and working his tongue against them. He sat up
further, letting Castiel take his weight, trusting him to keep from falling as
he came off the table, finding the floor with his feet.
Castiel pulled back, ready to stop, but Dean reached for his belt, turning him
to sit on the edge of the table, continuing to kiss him, moving slowly lower,
coming to rest on his knees as he got Castiel's slacks down low around his
hips.
Shaking hard, Castiel grasped at the edges of the table, moaning loudly as Dean
took him into his mouth, wrapping his hand around the base. Dean put his free
hand to the bare skin of Castiel's hip, and moved slowly, just feeling him with
the inside of his mouth. Castiel let his head tip back, and his breathing
brought him into a slight sway.
Dean sped up a little, squeezing his fist in a pulse, giving a slight twist
each time.
Castiel curled forward, grabbing Dean by the upper arms and hauling him to his
feet, kissing him deeply and wrapping his arms around Dean's waist, first
bumping him with the end of his erection, then shifting to slide against him,
shivering as he bit down softly on Dean's lower lip with a breathy whimper.
"You want more?" Dean paused to kiss him gently, "I'll give you whatever you
want, but, I'm gonna need to go slow... and I need something to make it easier,
I don't have it with me."
Castiel nodded. "Your bedroom?" he asked hesitantly, dropping one hand to grab
Dean's ass.
"Yeah." No sooner than he'd finished the word, Dean caught his balance as he
suddenly found them both to be in his bedroom. Castiel was standing a little
closer, having no table to lean on, and their discarded clothing had arrived on
a chair, but otherwise their positions hadn't changed.
Dean ran his thumb across the corner of his mouth, looking over the nuances of
Castiel's face. He wasn't sure how to proceed without discussing it. Castiel
leaned in to claim his lips again, but Dean pressed a hand to his chest,
stopping him. "Look, uh... this is different for me, but there's a few ways two
guys can do this, so-"
Castiel cut him off with a deep kiss, steering him backward toward the bed.
"Mmm... okay, I think I got you... I think I can do this..."
Dean let Castiel manhandle him onto the bed, their clothing continuing to shed
piece by piece, with stolen touches, and tiny gasps.
"Cas?" Dean asked, catching hold of the angel's shoulder as Castiel came away
from his neck for air, "Please just tell me if you know what you're doing?"
Castiel looked Dean in the eyes, "I understand the process, even if I haven't
performed it before, and I will be careful, I promise."
Dean still looked apprehensive as he gave a conceding nod.
"Where is the lubricant?" Castiel asked.
Dean started to get up to get it, "Hang on, I keep it in-" Castiel put one
heavy hand on his chest and shoved him back down into the mattress.
Castiel suddenly held up a small tube, looking at the label, "This is
different."
"I guess you found it." Dean said quietly.
Castiel eyed it suspiciously. "Are you certain this is what you want me to
use?"
Dean shrugged, "Why?"
Castiel looked down at him carefully. "You don't know what these chemicals are
going to feel like, having only applied them to external areas of your body."
Dean squirmed slightly, and started to speak, but Castiel quickly dripped some
of the liquid into his palm and grasped Dean, moving over his entire swollen
member until he was completely coated with a sheen Castiel didn't find
displeasing at all.
When Castiel looked up, he noticed Dean's hand in a death grip on his upper
arm, close to the elbow, breathing quickened, and lips parted. "Do you want me
to keep going, Dean?"
Dean's voice emerged, if somewhat choked, "Yeah... yeah, I want to keep going."
Castiel poured more out into his hand and leaned forward to kiss Dean again as
he pressed a finger inside. Dean's muscles clenched around it and his whole
body jerked, tearing his lip on Castiel's teeth with a gasp.
"You have to relax." Castiel said quietly, kissing him gently to heal his lip.
"Cas!.. Slow, go slow, okay?" Dean panted.
Castiel continued his movement, massaging inside of him, painfully slow as Dean
let his head fall back with deep breaths.
"Holy shit, Cas... ohhh, that's actually starting to feel good... really
good..."
Castiel took Dean into his mouth, uncertainly, testing his engorged flesh,
finding his moans encouraging. He felt awkward as he attempted to replicate the
feelings Dean had given him in the library, feeling him out with his tongue.
"Cas... oh, god... hey... you ever had anybody do that before?" Dean asked, his
voice slow and deep.
"No." Castiel admitted, pulling back for a brief moment.
"Okay, if you want, I can tell you what feels best, okay?"
"That would be helpful." Castiel said with a small nod. He took Dean into his
mouth again.
Dean bucked slightly, and Castiel tried to pay attention to his words as he
continued to work his fingers deep within Dean’s tight entrance.
"Mmmn!... That's good... tighter..." Dean let his hand slip to the side of
Castiel's face, gently encouraging a slow rhythm, "Take a break sometimes, just
keep going with your tongue..."
Castiel backed off of him, keeping his mouth wide, turning his head to one
side, running his tongue sideways down the underside of Dean's slick, swollen
erection in the same rhythm, coming back up several times before taking him in
deeply once more.
Dean was moaning again, with a hint of a growl, but his instructions had
ceased, and Castiel took it upon himself to continue.
"Damn, Cas!" Dean growled, "Keep going... this is... oh, man, that's
awesome..."
Feeling him far more relaxed, Castiel stretched him further, giving an
experimental flick of his tongue as he came up, while thrusting his fingers
inside of Dean’s flesh, stretching him further. For his efforts, he received a
breathtaking arch of Dean's back, accompanied by a high toned, open mouthed
gasp.
"Cas!... C'mon, I think I'm good... feels good... I wanna try..." Dean whined.
Opening his eyes, not realizing he'd closed them, Dean found Castiel above him,
staring at him, his eyes an intense blue.
Dean pulled him closer, kissing him softly as Castiel suddenly began to slide
slowly into his body. Dean reached for his hips, trying to pull him deeper, to
make him move faster, but the angel would not be rushed. Dean whimpered and
shook as Castiel pressed in as far as he could go, pressing in firmly and
holding the pressure.
After a moment's frantic, pleasured panting, Dean kissed him again, rocking his
hips with a deep groan.
"Holy shit..." Dean breathed with a slight squeak, "Didn't think it would feel
that good."
Castiel didn't move, instead, studying his face as he brought his hand to the
side of Dean's neck, tracing the corner of his jaw with his thumb. Castiel
withdrew a few inches, slowly, as Dean breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of
flesh sliding within him. He ducked his head, running his tongue up the side of
Dean's neck away from his hand before giving a rough thrust back into him,
burying himself in Dean's body.
Dean groaned and grabbed at Castiel's hair and shoulders, "That's perfect!...
Ohhh, fuck me... C'mon, Cas, hold me down..."
"Hold you down?" Castiel asked, confused, as he continued to move, slowly
withdrawing, then giving a hard thrust back inside each time.
"YEAH!... MMN!Yeah... that's perfect... Hold me down." Dean replied. He tugged
Castiel's hand from his neck and put it on the side of his chest, Castiel's
forearm resting against him and tugged his shoulder lower, encouraging Castiel
to lean on him heavily.
Castiel switched to a comfortable rhythm, and began to press Dean into the bed,
"Why do I hold you down? I'm not trying to force you."
"I want it... it's-" Dean gasped and paused through a bonerattling moan Castiel
could feel, "... I like it... Never been with someone who's stronger than me,
Cas-ah!.. I trust you... I trust you, you're not gonna hurt me..."
Castiel still wasn't sure he understood Dean's reasons, but he complied,
leaning in and claiming his mouth, taking hold of both of Dean's wrists,
stretching his arms out to the sides as far as they would reach, pinning him
firmly to the bed, his chest weighing on Dean heavily as he moved.
"You want to feel helpless?" Castiel asked.
Dean gave a fast nod, "You could rip me in half... but you won't... just, oh my
god..."
"You enjoy thinking about it?" Castiel asked with a growl.
"AH! Fuck me hard!... Yeah, it's good..."
Castiel released Dean’s arms one at a time, setting his hands on Dean's chest,
and lifting away from him, pressing him down, and picking up speed as Dean's
doubled up legs squeezed Castiel's hips snuggly.
"Do you feel helpless enough?" Castiel asked in a voice that echoed a stifled
pleasure, "Or do you want me to do more?"
"More, like what?" Dean gasped.
"It's psychological in nature, isn't it? ...You want to be overpowered without
being in danger?"
"That's.... ahhh, yeah... I want what you said."
Moving all of his weight to one hand, he clamped the other over Dean’s
partially open mouth mid pant, jerking his head to the side and gave his neck a
graze with his teeth as the hand on Dean's chest sunk nails into skin. Castiel
growled into Dean's ear, "Bite down if you want me to stop."
He felt Dean nod, and began to thrust more sharply, dragging his nails down
Dean’s chest leaving behind red welts as Dean shuddered. Dean wrapped his legs
around Castiel's ribs, grasping at his upper arms, and groaning, losing himself
as Castiel continued to slam into him.
Castiel pulled back enough to look into Dean's eyes, finding that familiar
green shade, "You're completely at my mercy, Dean... How does it feel?"
Dean's entire body shook and spasmed with a muffled yell as he felt fire sweep
through him, and mindlessly clawed at Castiel's arms.
Castiel continued to thrust, holding back until he was certain Dean was nearly
at the end before allowing his vessel to take it's own release deep within him.
Castiel pulled out gently, taking his hand from Dean's mouth, but otherwise,
didn't move, watching his friend carefully.
"...Holy crap, Cas... What the hell was that?" Dean asked, breathlessly.
"A prostate orgasm."
Dean looked up at him, still shaken, "So, you didn't do that?"
"Of course I did."
"No, I mean, did you, uh... y'know, angel powers?"
"No. It was purely a biological response. However, if you meant like this..."
Castiel flattened his palm over the red welts on Dean's chest, and a glow came
from his hand as Dean was suddenly panting and shaking once more, grabbing hold
of Castiel's body anywhere his hands found themselves, groaning his way through
a violent shudder as his body hit the edge and fell from the precipice once
more.
When Castiel took his hand away, the welts were gone, and while exhausted and
coated in a layer of sweat, Dean didn't feel even remotely sore, despite the
abuse of his tender tissues that he'd begged for.
Dean pulled Castiel down on top of him, his legs weak, and wondered if he
should explain to Castiel what it was he still needed.
When Castiel didn't attempt to move, only resting his head on Dean's chest,
Dean decided to let it go.
Castiel lay still, contemplating Dean's emotional state, unwilling to leave
until the man fell asleep beneath him.
He was grateful, yes, but certainly if he'd only been grateful, he would only
have offered sex, and not have seemed to request it. Castiel didn't believe it
was Dean's attempt to thank him, as much as something he'd wanted to share.
It also crossed Castiel's mind that it had been nothing like what he'd
experienced with Sam.
Several hours later, Dean woke up alone, and felt surprisingly clean. Tugging
on his discarded clothing, he made for the library, only to find Castiel
reading through news articles on the laptop again.
"Um... Is Sam back?" Dean asked cautiously.
"No."
Dean nodded, and sat down carefully, half expecting pain, but found none, "So,
earlier..."
Castiel looked up, and Dean seemed to lose track of what he'd been about to
say.
"Um... It was good... I mean, right? It was pretty good, you had fun, right?"
"I don't recall altering your memory of the events. I did ejaculate, if that's
what you're referring to."
Dean chuckled as he shook his head, "Sex is about more than getting off, Cas.
It's supposed to feel good, feel... close."
"Part of me was inside of your body, Dean. Without taking you for a vessel, I
wouldn't be able to get much closer." Castiel replied, "But if you're trying to
ask if I found the experience satisfying, I did."
"Okay, good... Good. You, um... You put a lot of work into it, I'd hate to
think you didn't have a good time... And, y'know, if you want to, it could
happen again. I'd be up for that, just... I don't want to make things
uncomfortable around here, so... You mind keeping this just between us?"
"You don't want Sam to know."
"Right. Not that we're doing anything wrong, just-"
"Humans, and their repressed sexuality..." Castiel answered, "Don't worry,
Dean. If Sam ever hears about it, it will be from you."
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***** Chapter 3 *****
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The two hunters who'd asked for the Winchesters' help hadn't survived the hunt.
The panic was over, the monsters were vanquished, and Dean had drunk himself
into a stupor.
Sam was too shaken to bother dragging his brother out of the back of the
Impala, and Dean was too sloshed to manage it on his own, or care to, so Sam
locked the garage, switched Dean's bottle for one of water, and headed for the
library, too wound up to sleep.
He had only meant to pass his room and stop long enough to put his bag down,
but a familiar figure looked up from the bed.
Castiel was reclined, watching something on the television, which he paused.
"Cas, you're back... When did you get in?"
"An hour and fourteen minutes ago. A new season became available, I thought I
would watch some of it. Unless you mind?"
Sam shook his head wearily.
"What's wrong? Where's Dean?" Castiel asked quickly as Sam's expression
registered.
"Dean's fine, he's just...loaded. Not like he doesn't sleep in the car
sometimes anyway." Sam answered, "We got called out to help a couple of
hunters. We got the things that were killing people, but the folks we were
helping, um... Fine red mist was all that was left... Not even any way to burn
them. No idea what's going to happen to them now."
Castiel quickly got up from the bed, and embraced him, "I'm very sorry, Sam."
Sam gave him a firm pat on the back and nodded, "Nothing you could do, Cas...
I'm going to the library, start looking for a new case. I gotta get my mind off
it."
"You're exhausted. You should rest." Castiel replied, "But if you insist on
looking for another case right away, I'm happy to help, or provide you
company."
Sam shrugged, as though avoiding something unspoken.
"What is it?"
"I just... I know I need to just shut down and sleep, but, I need to get out of
my own head for a while, so, if-"
Castiel cut off his words with a firm kiss.
Sam grabbed his shoulders and pressed him back a bit, "Cas, last time... I saw
the blood later, you can't tell me that didn't hurt. I don't want to hurt you."
"I've bled a lot more for you over less, and the pain was negligible. I'm not
as fragile as a human, you don't have to hold back with me."
"Cas-"
"Sam, please. I wasn't there to help you, to save them, but I'm here now. It's
not as though you intend to hurt me. I can help you with this."
"Why, though?" Sam asked, "I know I got you off, but was it worth it? ...You're
not just doing this for me?"
"It's not unpleasant to me, Sam. While this may not be something I need as much
as you do, it's not one sided, either." Castiel replied softly.
Sam raised his eyebrows, "You like it? ...This is actually something you want?"
"That would be a simplified explanation, but yes... I'm an angel, providing
comfort to humans is deep seated in my nature, it pleases me... If course if
you're not interested in intercourse, I could also lay with you-"
"What, cuddle?" Sam asked with a laugh.
Feeling awkward and unsure whether he'd undone his chances, Castiel started to
search for the words to correct himself, but before he could start, with his
lips still parted, Sam kissed him aggressively, clutching at his sides. Castiel
returned the kiss as well as he could, mostly submitting, with the attempt to
compliment Sam's motions.
"I assume you don't wish to cuddle?" Castiel asked with a bit of a pant as Sam
let him come up for air.
Sam shook his head, "Maybe after... But, Cas, if I do something and it hurts,
you gotta tell me to slow down, tell me to stop. Sometimes I get where I just
lose it, and..."
"Sam, if you think I couldn't stop you, you're wrong. I could render you
unconscious at any point through physical contact."
"But will you? If it's too much?" Sam asked, watching Castiel face carefully,
"Like some kind of fail safe, if it hurts you, stop me?"
"If that's what you want, then, yes. But I'm confident I won't have to."
"Because I'll hold back?"
"Because you can let go."
Sam's worry quickly turned to hunger, Castiel could see it in his face. He
pulled Castiel tight against him with a grip that would leave dark bruises on a
less durable partner.
With frantic motions and tiny sounds of stitches breaking in the fabric, Sam
tore at Castiel's clothes, desperate for the angel's flesh in his hands,
against his mouth and his own quickly bared skin.
Sam heaved Castiel's body onto the bed, landing on him hard, burrowing into the
side of Castiel's neck with lips, tongue, and teeth, his hands searching the
angel's body as though he'd forgotten the shape and needed to relearn it
immediately.
"Cas, touch me..." Sam muttered in a low, hushed tone as he continued to work
on Castiel's clothing.
At a bit of a loss, Castiel reached for Sam's skin, taking a firm hold of his
upper arm, unsure what Sam wanted. The touch was that of comfort from a friend,
and entirely too platonic. Sam caught Castiel's forearm, bringing Castiel's
hand to his chest and pinning it there, as he shifted to settle his groin
against the angel's, giving a firm grind upward. He dragged Castiel's hand down
the front of his torso until he was certain Castiel had gotten the idea, then
continued his assault on Castiel's neck.
Castiel found it curious that the sensation of Sam's mouth damaging his skin
combined so delicately with the tender nerves in the same location that his
vessel didn't seem to understand it was being damaged. The feeling of it,
however, was lasting, and pleasant enough that he didn't intend to heal it just
yet. He let his hand continue the path Sam had started for it, reaching lower,
moving slow, so as not to surprise Sam with a sudden touch.
He had intended to cup Sam in his hand for a moment, to let him relax and grow
to expect more, but Sam was already far too hard to allow that course of
action. Instead, as Sam tangled fingers through Castiel's hair, his own brown
locks loose and unruly, kissing him deeply, Castiel stroked firm touches of his
fingertips over the region, noting carefully which places Sam reacted to the
most.
Sam gave another hard grind against him, trapping his hand. The sound that Sam
made was one of pleasure, and what seemed to be a hint of relief. Castiel
wrapped his hand around Sam's hardened length, and gave a firm squeeze, making
him gasp.
"Cas... oh, man... Tell me you want it."
"This is something I want to do." Castiel replied clumsily, but earnestly.
"How bad?" Sam mumbled against the angel's skin.
"...There's nothing intrinsically unethical about it, as we're both consenting
and aware of our actions."
Sam choked on a laugh before he could stop himself, "Cas, that's not...uh..."
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm still learning." Castiel said softly.
"It's okay, really. Just, um..." Sam shrugged, and kissed him firmly, dragging
a hand up Castiel's ribs, following the firm muscle.
Castiel allowed his vessel to take over, stroking his hands over Sam's firm
flesh, pulling him closer.
"You like this, right?" Sam asked quietly.
"Yes."
"A lot?"
"Yes, Sam. It's a very gratifying activity."
Sam shifted to pin him down to the bed with his full weight, kissing him hard.
Castiel did all he could to reciprocate Sam's touches, kisses, and movements,
but at the same time, found his mind wandered easily, his vessel slowly
becoming an impassioned mess with a mind of its own.
Sam's hands and mouth wandered with a roughness Castiel appreciated, an
unrestrained, lustful rush of hormones clearly plaguing the man.
Castiel had let his eyes fall closed, his hand still making pleasing movements
on Sam's skin, when he felt himself pulled upright, and the rest of his
clothing stripped away with a frantic speed. With his hand still in Sam's
jeans, he took hold of the thick, rough fabric and gave a quick tug, leaving
Sam as bare as himself.
"Oh." Sam said in surprise, breathing heavily, "Okay, yeah... that's fine."
Castiel took hold of Sam's upper arms and pulled him closer, trying not to drag
Sam on top of him in his haste. Sam seemed to be spurred on by his eagerness,
though, and was above him in a heartbeat, searching his mouth with his tongue
in a deep, dominant kiss that made Castiel's breathing change noticeably.
Sam broke away, slipping his hand down to Castiel's hip, grasping his ass
firmly and nuzzling into his neck with something between a growl and a whisper,
"Cas... you're just what I need right now."
"Do you, uh... Did you want to tell me what you need from me?" Castiel asked
experimentally.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, um, I... I want to feel your skin, your body right up
against me... It feels amazing to be inside you, Cas. Not to mention, you're
getting really good at turning me on."
Castiel raised his head, kissing Sam softly, a clear gesture of offering.
Humans had given tithes for centuries, and found joy in it. He had had far less
to give, as a warrior. Nothing was his, his service was not his own to give.
Generosity was something that eluded him.
In the friendship he'd developed with Sam, there was give and take, of course,
but this was new. He had himself to give, and it was beginning to go beyond
offering comfort to a friend, he knew, as a spark in him seemed to grow with
Sam's need for him.
Castiel sat up a bit and pressed Sam's shoulder to roll him over onto the bed.
"Cas?" Sam questioned.
Castiel could hear it all in the nickname. Sam was asking if he was all right,
if he'd changed his mind, if he needed to stop, or slow down, or if Sam had
gone too far somehow. He answered each question with one long kiss, stroking
Sam's hair back from his face as he moved, giving a gentle, and still fairly
submissive encouragement to get him to lay down.
Sam kept himself propped up on an elbow, watching with intrigue as Castiel
quickly took him into his mouth, making Sam's head drop back, "Oh, goddamn..."
Fingers twisted in his hair, almost painfully as he moved, bobbing his head,
sucking gently, trying to seal tightly around Sam's flesh and still provide the
right amount of pressure and friction.
It wasn't that he'd never had it to give, this new ability didn't suddenly
appear when taking a vessel. Other angels would occasionally please each other
recreationally, if not exactly in a human manner, he had simply never chosen to
take part. It had never crossed his mind that he could so enjoy having the
ability to cause another being so much pleasure. Granted, he'd been human when
he'd slept with the reaper that killed him, and he'd been only a shadow of
himself when he'd been married as Emmanuel... But the Winchesters... He'd known
them for years, he'd carried each of them out of hell at one point or another,
he'd died for them, he'd fought for them, he'd given them everything he could
as a soldier, but this... This was so very different. He was able to give of
himself, and be generous about it, and it pleased him greatly.
Sam's hand tightened in his hair, pressing him down, a silent beg to get him to
go faster, deeper, and never stop.
It was a bit of a struggle to pull free from Sam's enraptured grasp, bringing
his friend back to himself long enough to make him let go, but he managed it.
"Sam," Castiel said, his voice roughened as his throat had been thoroughly
penetrated, "I'm-... We can proceed further, now."
"Like last time?" Sam asked, a hint of a pant in his words.
"Yes, but, aside from some lubricant, I shouldn't need any preparation."
"Angel perks?"
"Yes... So, if you're willing to continue...?"
Sam nodded quickly, and nearly launched himself from the bed, coming to land on
unsteady feet. Watching Sam move, clearly still reeling from Castiel's actions
gave Castiel a feeling of both warmth and amusement, leaving him curious
whether anyone he'd been with, Sam included, had similar feelings concerning
gifts of their body he'd accepted.
He was back in a moment with the lube, and Castiel cooperated quickly, taking
the same position as before, as Sam seemed to prefer it.
Sam was hesitant, but as he pressed against Castiel's opening softly, Castiel
only breathed deeply, and steadied himself, showing no sign of pain as Sam
entered, stopping after the tip.
"How's that?" Sam asked, running a hand up Castiel's back, taking a firm grip
on his shoulder.
Castiel nodded, "Good... You can keep going."
Sam pressed the rest of the way in, filling him thickly, making him groan as
hardened flesh slid slowly through him, passing along over nerves that seemed
to light up with a tingle of delight.
Sam didn't wait to start moving, as Castiel felt comfortably loosened already,
only ramping up his speed a little at a time. In short order, Sam was thrusting
quite fast, and the friction was doing so much for Castiel he'd barely noticed
that Sam hadn't bothered to reach below him, to touch him as he had the last
time.
Losing himself in the motion of being rocked back and forth in time with Sam's
thrusts, Castiel felt a wave of cold fire sweep through him, and was surprised
to hear a deep moan escape his lips.
Sam's hand on his shoulder tightened painfully, and his other hand grasped
Castiel's bent hip, as Sam began to thrust in harder, jolting him forward with
each thrust, slamming in all the way to the hilt.
Castiel willed his vessel to adjust, to support itself in spite of the brutal
friction and stretch he was taking, at the same time attempting to relax and
enjoy it. Such a fatal flaw his father had designed, that pain and pleasure
could intertwine so easily. What was to stop one from true damage?
Sam's arm circled his waist, holding him tightly in place as the thrusts began
to cross the line into ruthless. Castiel could feel and hear Sam giving over to
primal need, desperate to throw sanity to the wind and allow his body to fuck
senselessly until it gave out, and allowed him peace.
He could feel his vessel reaching its limit, and wondered briefly if that had
been Sam's intention, to see if Castiel would knock him out and force him to
stop. Castiel healed the flesh inside him as it came close to tearing, but Sam
showed no sign of slowing down.
"Sam... Sam, please-..."
On instinct, Castiel reached for the arm Sam had around his waist, trying to
pry it away, but Sam only seemed to squeeze harder, changing his angle
somewhat. The adjustment was mercilessly perfect, making Castiel whimper and
see stars with each ferocious plunge of Sam's member into his body. Suddenly,
getting Sam to slow down wasn't the priority it had been, and he certainly
didn't want Sam to stop.
For a few emotional moments, Castiel wished Sam wasn't behind him, but that
they'd been facing each other, if only to give him something to hold on to,
something to see, lips to kiss. Despite being quite full, he felt empty.
Pleasure washed through him, with a hint of unsettled disappointment in the
back of his mind as his body gave in to the orgasm that Sam had been pushing
him toward, his entire body seemingly firing every nerve ending at once,
shaking him to the core.
With his voice unrestrained, Sam's heat burst within him, and as Sam retreated
less than gently from Castiel's body, his arms let go, and Castiel had to catch
himself before landing heavily on the bed as Sam fell to the mattress next to
him.
Castiel shuddered slightly as Sam's hand grabbed him shoulder once again, still
keeping some distance between them, "Cas... Oh, man, that was.... That was
great... You okay?"
Castiel opened his mouth to reply, but it took a moment for him to remember how
to speak, "I-... Yes... Uh, did you...? I mean,-"
Sam shook his head, "Nah, I'm great, just fine."
Castiel couldn't help giving a few minor tired and uncomfortable sounds as he
turned over, trying to place what he was feeling. Part of him - most of him, if
he was being honest - felt satisfied beyond belief. Part of him was reveling in
the successful trade of the pleasures of the flesh, another part was deeply
pleased by bringing comfort and companionship to his friend, and a very human
part was riding high on oxytocin and other freshly fucked hormones. But there
was no denying that something deep within him was either unsatisfied or
displeased.
He turned his head where it lay to look at his friend. Sam was a tall, muscular
man, and quite pleasing to look at. His skin carried a healthy glow and a thin
sheen of sweat, certainly not something Castiel minded the sight of.
At the same time, though, the moment was over. Castiel stifled his urge to
scoot closer, to kiss Sam softly, and stroke his cheek. He was sure that wasn't
what Sam wanted, because if it had been something Sam wanted, Sam would find a
way to take it. It was simply the way Sam was.
It pained him to consider it, but he wasn't certain he wanted to do this with
Sam again. Perhaps Sam would be willing to compromise, face him, or even be the
one being penetrated... But he doubted it.
Castiel looked up at the ceiling and tried to relax. It had pleased him comfort
his friend. And he'd do it again, if asked, conflicted or not.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
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It hadn't exactly been an odd occurrence, nor anything out of the ordinary for
Dean to ask him to accompany him to town for supplies.
They hadn't spoken privately in some time, and as he'd promised, he'd been
discreet. Sam knew nothing of his sexual encounter with Dean. It had been some
time ago.
"Okay, so, we need to hit up the canned stuff, stuff that won't go bad before
we can use it. Sam said there's like, 'boxed milk' in the baking stuff, so we
don't have a jug wasted like that last time, and, of course, we grab one of
those frozen key lime pies, it'll thaw before we get back, not a shabby way to
end dinner... Also gonna need a few bags of salt, a few bottles of butane...
Sam said to grab him a pack of socks... Man, I should've made a list." Dean
said, rambling slightly to fill the silence before turning to Castiel,
"Anything you need while we're out?"
"I can't think of anything I'd need, but I would like to see the aquariums if
we have time." Castiel replied quietly.
"Yeah, we got time." Dean assured him, "Hey, you know what? We should swing
through the toy section, get you one of those paddle-ball games."
"What would be the point in that?" Castiel asked.
Dean shot him a look, "Yeah, I guess you're right, you'd be too good at it for
it to be any fun."
They drove on in a comfortable silence for some time before Dean turned the
stereo on. A few of his typically preferred songs played, and he tried to keep
his voice to a minimum as he sang along under his breath. A slower song came
on, and Dean stopped singing along. This was generally the point, Castiel knew,
where Dean would change the station, especially if the song contained too many
references to emotional attachment, but Dean made no move to adjust the dial.
Perhaps he didn't want to take his eyes off the road. Castiel had seen Sam
change the station before, and within the two hundred mile radius of the
bunker, Dean had several buttons programmed for the stations he found pleasant.
Castiel reached to press one, in an attempt to be useful, but as he leaned
forward, Dean gently took his hand, and brought it back down to the seat
between them, holding it for a moment before he let go, and brought his hand
back to the steering wheel.
"Sorry... I didn't know you liked this song." Castiel said in apology.
Dean shrugged slightly, "It's okay. Not my usual stuff, but, I don't know, it's
kind of nice."
The car was quiet a bit longer before Castiel decided to address the
inevitable, "Dean, if you want to talk about-"
"Not really."
"Dean, I know it's a difficult subject."
"It's not, Cas. I just-... Hell, I don't know..." Dean seemed to think it over,
but then the car started to slow down, and he pulled off the road into an
abandoned gas station.
Castiel looked out the window, "Why are we stopping?"
Dean put the car into park and turned to face him, leaning in close, and
kissing him softly. Castiel was confused for a moment but quickly began
returning the kiss, adjusting in place to face Dean easier, bringing his knee
up onto the center seat.
Castiel's voice was soft as Dean pulled back for a moment, "I assume you want
to take this further?"
"No, this is good. I mean, if you're cool with it."
Castiel nodded, "I am... Cool with it, I mean."
"Good." Dean replied with a bit of a nod, cupping his cheek gently, and kissing
him again.
Castiel pushed the kiss further, scooting a little closer to Dean on the seat,
their kisses intensifying, the nasal sounds of Dean's breathing becoming more
agitated with each moment.
Dean's tongue slid out, tasting Castiel's lower lip, the tiniest whisper of a
rasp of taste buds against his soft pink flesh. Castiel snaked an arm around
Dean's body, pulling him close, pressing his own tongue deeper into Dean's
mouth, where Dean met it with his own soft motions and a gentle suck and
whimper.
Castiel pulled away a moment, well aware of Dean's slight panting, "Dean, I,
uh..."
"What's the matter?"
"If we keep going like this, then, well..."
"Cas?... You seemed like you were having a good time. What's going on in
there?" Dean asked genuinely, tapping his thumb to Castiel's temple as he
stroked the dark hair back from the angel's face.
"You said you don't want to take this further, but you're giving every
indication that you do, and the sounds you're making are very arousing. I think
I'm getting mixed signals."
Dean sat back in his seat, thumbing a bit of excess moisture away from the
corner of his mouth, "Sorry, Cas, I'm not trying to frustrate you... Just,
well, what we did a while back? We kind of jumped into it, and I just thought
maybe you'd want to make out a bit... You know, if you want to, we can always
go again, sometime when it's not, y'know, broad daylight, where any state
trooper can pull up and stick us on a sex offender list over car sex."
"You'd want to take this further at a more convenient time?"
"After last time? Hell yes." Dean said emphatically, "This was just, y'know, a,
uh, lesser bit of fun. That's all."
"You're sharing yourself with me." Castiel said softly, a hint of wonder in his
voice.
Dean shrugged slightly, "We're good friends who care about each other having
some fun, Cas. It's supposed to feel good. Or, preferably, downright fucking
amazing, like it did."
"And close? Last time you said-"
"Yeah. Close, too."
Castiel glanced out the window, "Did you feel close, last time?"
"I already felt pretty close to you, Cas. Profound bond, right? And how many
times have you saved my life, or I've saved yours? You pulled me out of hell.
Everything we've been through together? ...I don't know what you want to call
it, okay? I just know we're really tight, and this thing, if it keeps going,
it, um... Cas, you..."
Castiel turned back to look at him, and Dean found himself lost and helpless in
a set of big blue eyes he'd found transfixing since the moment they'd first
met. Somehow, when Jimmy had surfaced, the same eyes were completely different
and held no appeal, but his Cas... It was always such an effort to look away.
"Okay, um, listen... You're still a little new at this, I don't want to be the
reason you get blue balls, so, um... Let's just get to the store, get back, and
later on, we'll find some time to have some fun together, okay?"
Castiel nodded, "I suppose you would know better than I would, but... Before
you start driving again-?"
Dean leaned in close and kissed him softly, "Yeah?"
Castiel nodded once more, indicating that had been his request, "Yes."
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During most of the quiet drive, Castiel had contemplated displays of affection
in popular culture, as he knew from all of the books and films Metatron had
transferred to his mind.
Dean rarely made unscheduled stops, especially on an open highway. He found the
feel of the road hypnotic and sensual and avoided stopping. But he had stopped.
He hadn't wanted sex, or maybe he had, and he was settling for something more
appropriate. Try as he might, however, Castiel couldn't picture Sam wanting to
kiss softly for a short time without continuing. And as though the unscheduled
stop hadn't confused him enough, Dean had held his hand for a bit on the way
back to the bunker.
He wasn't sure, but it seemed juvenile. He couldn't recall Dean doing that with
any of the women he'd pick up in bars from time to time.
According to a book that seemed to be written for teenaged girls, holding hands
was supposed to be a way to show affection without 'taking things too far.' He
flexed his fingers at the thought, thinking of the feeling of Dean's tight ring
of muscles around his own straining erection, and the thick white spurts of
almost gel-like fluid spraying from Dean's slit, and felt comfortable assuming
that they had already taken things much further than the book would have
suggested as appropriate.
He wondered if Dean felt pressured, that had been in the book as well. And he
had been somewhat insistent. But Dean had assured him he had wanted to proceed,
and later, that he had enjoyed himself.
Consent, where sex was concerned, was so very different than the consent
required to obtain a vessel.
"Dean?" Castiel asked as the radio's music changed to commercials.
"Yeah?"
Castiel spoke carefully, concern lacing his voice, "I don't mean to pressure
you into putting out."
Dean chuckled hard, "What? ...Oh, you're serious. Cas, no, this is, uh... I
don't know where you picked that up, but, no. I am not some virginal little
newbie, okay? I'm past the point of worrying about that, trust me. I know what
I'm doing, I know what I want, and what I don't, okay? And I'm not shy about
it, either... I don't want you to be scared to ask, Cas. If you want to have
some fun, that's awesome, you let me know."
Castiel nodded absently, considering what else the book had said, mostly
concerning the kissing. But Dean wasn't an adolescent, and they'd already had
intercourse, so there didn't seem to be any reason to discourage it. On the
other hand, a magazine article came to mind, one listing various ways to be
intimate with one's partner without sex.
Intimate... Dean didn't get intimate, Dean beheaded things, and slept with
anything that said yes. Did he know what he was doing? ... Close...
Castiel decided he had to sort out his own emotions concerning the man before
he had any right to question Dean's.
But at the same time, what of Sam? He certainly didn't mind offering up his
body for Sam's pleasure, as it pleased him to do so, but there was no emotional
attachment. The categories his time with Sam could fall into seemed to span
Lust, Comfort, and Mutual Stress-relief. He did have a love for Sam, as a
friend, he did still want to provide him with that physical comfort, but it was
not at all the same thing he felt for Dean.
Dean, who wanted to hold his hand, make out in a car, and waited patiently, if
somewhat bored as Castiel perused the small wall of aquariums at the big box
store, looking at all of the fish, fiddler crabs, and snails.
Castiel felt conflicted. The two were nothing alike. They wanted very different
things from him, but he couldn't play favorites, that wouldn't be fair. Of
course, there was the possibility that Sam only sought a physical release from
him, and maybe Dean wanted a more emotional connection, to which sex was only a
secondary activity.
Maybe it was still possible to handle each relationship separately, and not
compare the two, satisfying both. He considered the trash-TV he'd watched for a
while, and wondered if the Winchesters were ever to find out, what sort of
altercation might happen. But he'd promised each of them separately that he was
not going to tell the other. And neither had asked if he was involved with
anyone else, so he'd assumed they hadn't considered it any of their business.
Certainly, as long as he was not spreading any sort of diseases, or
impregnating anyone, what business was it of theirs what he did, and who he
shared his body with?
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After dinner, and a long discussion between the two brothers concerning a case,
Sam had turned in early in order to leave before dawn.
Dean, however, had other plans, and suggested Castiel accompany him to his bed.
Castiel took over the moment the door was closed, Dean's tough-guy facade
falling away like so much chaff. He found it hard to put together a coherent
thought once Castiel's hand was snaking its way up below his shirts over
delicate skin, holding him just too far away to reach Castiel's lips with his
own. Against his will snuck out the most unmanly of whimpers as his blood began
to run in a cold heat.
Fingers curled inward and Dean could feel the back of Castiel's nails running
over his ribs, up his spine, all the way to his collar, but still, Castiel
wasn't allowing their mouths to connect. Dean's hands slid up Castiel's arms to
rest on his shoulders as the motion gently rocked him closer, cheeks met,
stubble rasping and after a breathy attempt to speak, finding he had nothing to
say, Dean turned his head, latching onto Castiel's earlobe with a comfortable
hum.
Dean's warm, broken breath in his ear, mouth beginning to move down his neck,
Castiel pulled him tighter, their broad chests meeting, tilting his head to let
Dean play with his flesh. He'd half expected the same roughened biting he'd
received from Sam, but this was far more delicate, and it was easy to see
Dean's efforts were of a giving nature. He dragged his nails sharply down
Dean's spine, making the hunter gasp and moan in his ear, his task abandoned,
pressing bodily against Castiel.
Castiel abruptly pulled his hands away, leaving Dean a shaky and confused mess,
"Cas?"
He wasn't certain, but he'd seen behavior that was submissive and similar to
Dean's in porn once, and Dean seemed to be turned on enough that he was willing
to risk it, "Get on your knees."
At the sound of Castiel's dusky order, Dean was suddenly awash in a fresh wave
of pleasured pheromones, Castiel could tell by his scent, and immediately, if
slowly, sank to his knees, his hands trailing down from Castiel's shoulders,
down his chest, settling on his hips to steady himself before he deftly
unfastened Castiel's belt and slacks, pulling the clothes well out of the way.
Dean looked up, meeting Castiel's eyes as he took him deep into his mouth,
cradling him softly with his warm, wet tongue, closing his eyes and developing
a tiny crease between his brows as his lips closed and he pulled back slowly as
though it were some form of intimate kiss.
The feel of Dean's lips around him made Castiel wet his own subconsciously, his
hand falling to Dean's neck, stroking his cheek with his thumb as Dean slowly
moved. Dean's hand on Castiel's hip shifted to slip below the clothing,
stroking tender touches against the skin. Castiel set a firm hand against the
wall as Dean began to pick up speed, looking up every now and again to catch
Castiel's eyes.
"Dean..." Castiel whispered.
It was a gift. A gift from the heart. Dean wasn't asking for anything in
return, and he would continue until he'd finished Castiel, and he would do it
gladly.
The thought made him twitch, displacing Dean's rhythm, but only for a moment.
"That's enough," Castiel said, both quietly, and firmly, tugging Dean to his
feet, kissing him deeply. It crossed his mind only for a moment that he could
ask the same questions Sam had asked of him before, and perhaps learn an
appropriate response, but on the other hand, there were a number of ways that
could become problematic. For instance, if either of the two brothers had heard
the other speak to a partner in the same manner, it could cause confusion and
reveal the secrets he had promised each of them to keep.
"Dean..." Castiel said softly, watching as Dean licked his lips. Castiel met
his eyes, and raised a hand to cup his cheek in a tender moment that seemed to
leave Dean out of breath over nothing. He'd been considering a statement
regarding Dean's mouth, but he wasn't sure how it would be received, and in his
few breaths of stalling, Dean slowly moved closer, kissing him with a hint of a
whimper imperceptible to the human ear.
Castiel embraced him, returning his kiss, and taking a deep and firm grasp of
Dean's ass with one hand, feeling the bulge in the front of Dean's jeans press
hard against him.
"Hm!-... Bed?" Dean managed to pant out.
"Yes," Castiel replied, steering him roughly through the short distance,
catching hold of Dean by the ribs and lifting him off the ground a few inches
to deposit him on the bed somewhat roughly.
A small sound of surprise left the man as he came down fast onto the soft
mattress. There was a momentary look of confusion and concern in his eyes, as
would be expected from anyone with such a violent lifestyle, but as his eyes
found Castiel's he relaxed visibly.
Castiel removed Dean's clothing quickly as Dean struggled to cooperate with the
angel's speed, having no time to do anything else, and suddenly found Castiel's
clothing had disappeared at some point, "Man, this would go a lot faster if I
could do that."
A burning look of lust graced Castiel's features, and he took hold of Dean once
again, taking him by the hips and pulling him up off the bed to face away from
him on his hands and knees, dragging him back toward the edge of the bed. Dean
complied at each movement, and seemed to be content with the position, but it
wasn't what Castiel had in mind.
Dean gasped suddenly as Castiel's arm reached below his chest, taking a very
soft hold of the front of Dean's throat, and raised him up to kneel on the edge
of the bed, his erection bumping into Dean carelessly, his other hand coming
down over Dean's hip, slowly stroking downward, between his legs, and reversing
direction, one fingertip tracing the crease of his thigh.
Dean shivered and his breathing was hard as Castiel's mouth on his neck and
hands everywhere else was suddenly overwhelming. A deep moan became a whimper
as a pressure appeared out of nowhere deep within him, confusing him, as he was
certain he could feel Castiel's member against his skin.
"Cas?... Oh fuck... That's... Oh, don't stop, don't stop..." Dean whispered,
reaching behind him for any piece of Castiel's skin he could find as his body
seemed to drift toward its intended goal of its own accord. His head fell back
onto Castiel's shoulder as his pleasure intensified, unable to speed up or slow
down the mysterious build that drove him closer to climax.
Dean managed to get one hand behind Castiel's neck as his body gave tiny
squirms of delight that set them into a slight sway. He turned his head toward
Castiel, seeking blindly, and was answered with a deep, gentle kiss as his
pleasure suddenly began to subside, much to his disappointment.
Castiel wrapped his arms snugly around Dean, continuing to kiss him, soothing
him as his shot nerves screamed at the chance of orgasm that was slowly fading.
The kiss seemed to contain the promise that Dean would be cared for, and
brought to completion, and soon.
In a haze of overwrought senses, Dean shook slightly as Castiel gently guided
him back into the position he wanted to try, compliant to a fault. He was
barely aware of his own circular thoughts, or when they broke through the thin
line between thinking very loud, and actually speaking, "Cas... please, Cas...
I need it, really need it... Are you..? Did you want- what do you want me to-
ohhh, anything..."
Anything, Dean had promised, as Castiel aligned himself. He'd prepared him with
grace, adjusting Dean's own body chemistry to lubricate him, well aware that
with some care, Dean would be perfectly comfortable, and able to proceed right
away. He even seemed to be wound up deeply enough in pleasure not to realize
Castiel had not done the preparation Dean should have been expecting.
His grace was charged with emotion at the joy he felt providing comfort and
tenderness, worshipping the human's body, activating nerves Dean likely didn't
know existed. His efforts moved through Dean's skin, loosening tight muscles,
and soothing every possible ache, and flooding the man's brain with endorphins.
Castiel slid inside slowly as Dean's arms threatened to buckle.
"Cas... oh, hell yeah... I can't... I need you, Cas... I can't trust anybody
else like this..."
"Dean, you need to take a few deep, slow breaths. You aren't getting enough
oxygen because you keep trying to talk."
With a nod, Dean tried to steady his breathing, but was only able to focus on
the thick stretch of Castiel within him, and the deliberate centimeter by
centimeter slide of flesh as Castiel began to move.
Dean's voice came out in a breathy whisper, much more a pleading request than
the demand as it was worded, "Fuck me."
"I am."
"More."
"No more than this right now."
Dean shook his head as sweat dripped from his brow to the blanket below him,
"C'mon, Cas, I can take it."
"That's not what I want to do, Dean... I want to take my time, and find out how
far I can take you... It makes me happy." Castiel replied, feeling Dean pick up
his same slow motion.
Dean stifled a small moan, some small piece of him still conscious enough to
try to maintain his precious tough image, even now, "Makes you happy...?"
"Yes. Very happy." Castiel replied, changing his angle only a fraction and
sliding thickly over the one area that could make Dean give a hard shake and an
unrestrained moan.
Dean did his best to collect himself, swallowing a whimper, "Happy is good...
both be happy... feels just so fucking... happy... Cas, please, I-oh, fuck
yes..."
"Dean," Castiel said softly, "Tell me, in detail, how you want this to happen
next time."
"I want... oh, god yes... we, uh... go have fun somewhere first?"
"What kind of fun?"
Dean shrugged at an awkward angle, still trying to keep his torso off the bed,
"A date? I don't know."
Castiel nodded, "You probably haven't been on an actual date in years, have
you? So often just taking women home from bars."
Dean shook his head, "Cas... we don't have to... Just kind of, um..."
"You miss it."
Dean nodded through a groan that vibrated his ribs, "Yeah... no pressure,
just-... hmm! Can you speed up? Starting to remember my own name."
Castiel pressed in deeply, bringing his hands below Dean to stroke his fingers
over hardened flesh, "It won't last."
Dean was about to question why that was when he felt waves of intense pleasure
wash through him in echoing ripples.
"Dean? ...I want to know more."
"I don't know," Dean huffed, "Dinner, movie, park in the middle of nowhere and
fool around in the back seat?"
Castiel wrapped his hand around Dean firmly, keeping a tight grip on him as he
continued to move slowly. With his other hand he stroked aimlessly and softly
at the flesh of Dean's back, a whisper of a touch here, a ghost of a scratch
there, never any discernible pattern, confusing the nerves, winding Dean's
frustration into a tight knot. With each passing moment Dean felt more and more
certain he would burst at any time, finding himself with no control, and yet
the climax always just beyond his reach.
Dean's breath was a ragged mess, and his body rocked gently as Castiel
continued to press into him slowly, something very much inhuman holding him on
the brink, cool and soothing, yet warm, and even flashes of hot. He lost
himself in suspended pleasure, whispers of Castiel's name a prayer on his lips.
After Castiel was certain he'd kept Dean at the breaking point for well over
any normal amount of time, and even with his influence, Dean's weariness would
soon set in, he curled forward over Dean's back, wrapping his free arm around
Dean's chest, pressing his lips to the back of Dean's shoulder tenderly,
"Dean... this is very enjoyable, but I'm going to finish you now."
Dean nodded a bit too quickly, shaking as he did, but his movements hadn't even
stopped before Castiel buried himself completely within Dean's body, and set
alight every pleasure point in one go.
The angel's blue eyes burned a very different shade as the man below him was
trapped in a silent scream, his body locking up every muscle involuntarily as
he hit his limits, aware of nothing but the feel of his own body, and the
angel's.
As he finally began to come down from his high, desperate to prolong it in any
way possible, sure he would never reach such heights again, warmth flooded
within him as Castiel spilled over with a deep groan.
"Cas," Dean whispered hazily, his voice rough, gravity lost to him as he tried
to sort out which way was up, "Hey..."
Dean quickly found himself wrapped in Castiel's arms, face to face with him,
and both laying on their sides.
"Holy..." Dean couldn't find any words to follow it, all thoughts gone as
Castiel looked deeply into his eyes. The angel answered him with a kiss, and
once those eyes had closed for a moment, Dean seemed to have a bit more blood
available to his brain, "I think I blacked out a couple of times."
"Four times." Castiel answered, "But you seemed to enjoy it."
"Yeah, I did."
"I... I need a short time to recover, but if you'd like to do more-"
Dean shook his head, "No, this, um... This is what I want right now... if
you're up for it."
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