“Dammit. Sometimes Sam's a real asshole!”, Dean curses. Once they got into a new town and found a motel, Dean took the opportunity to shower, and is now standing at the table, wearing a towel around his hips, searching through his dufflebag. Cass looks at him with a raised eyebrow and his hubby explains: “There was a box of... things, back at the flat we stayed in at Green Garden. I didn't want them, but apparently Sam thinks I should keep them, cuz he put them in one of my bags. Now I have to... dig through them, to get my clothes.”
Dean is already red again from shame, when Castiel suddenly stands next to him, asking: “What kind of things?” “HAH!! Don't creep up on me like that! And DON'T LOOK AT THEM!”, Dean shouts in panic, when the angel reaches into the bag. “What is that for?”, he asks puzzled, holding up something that looks like a stiff water balloon with a nozzle. It's still in a plastic bag with a note attached, so he reads it, starts to turn red, and quietly gives it do Dean. The hunter takes the note and reads: 'Anal prep balloon. Use with lube or water, for good, clean fun.' He can feel his ears turn hot and doesn't know, where to look, when he hears Cass rummaging in the bag again. To his shock, he pulls out two more, rather obvious items: handcuffs, and a rubber gag with a short phallus on one side. First Cass looks mortified, but then starts to laugh, getting more and more hysterical.
Dean awkwardly chimes in, and it releases some tension, until Castiel chuckles: “You real... you realize, you bought those for yourself?” “What? No! I, why, I... No, why would I buy those? For me nonetheless?”, Dean huffs in horror. “Well, neither Sam, nor me bought them, it must have been you, when you were thinking of ways to... you know... pleasure me.”, Cass states, not looking at him. “So why would they be for me?”, the hunter asks. Cass reaches into the bag again and muses: “Because I would be able to get out of them anytime I wanted, so why bother?”, and he digs up some anal-beads, looks at them confused and states: “Well, that's one ugly bracelet.” Dean pushes him aside and closes the bag, before he lets even more disturbing items surface, exclaiming: “Fine, no clothes for me then. You know, you can be really mean too, Cass! At least you get to wear your favorite clothes, cuz you can just 'wish them' into being dry again!”
“Hey, I didn't say you have to stay naked, I was just curious to see what you had planned for me, when you still...”, Castiel lets his voice trail off and his eyes wander. There is a sudden sadness in his words, and Dean's quick to respond: “What do you mean, 'When I still'? When I still, what?” “When you still wanted me!”, Cass suddenly bursts out, bitterness ringing in his words. Dean furrows his brows and asks: “Why would you say that? Cass, of course I want you! I gave you the ring, because... I love you!”
Castiel relaxes, but still refuses to look at Dean, stating: “Yes. You love me. And that's so wonderful. It's more than I could ever ask. I'm sorry, I don't know, what's wrong with me, why I should even care... As long as you love me, that should be enough.” He tries on a smile, but his heart flutters, looking at his again-husband's broad shoulders and hard abs, and he adds: “Just look at yourself. So beautiful. And you love me! Holding you should be more than enough!” He starts to make a way for the hunter, but upon reaching him, Dean clears his throat to say: “Errm, you know... Actually I didn't want to keep this relationship platonic!”
Cass blinks confused and questions: “But my vessel is a male! And as far as I can tell, you're straight. So, why would my body appeal to you?” Dean looks him up and down, to return his gaze to his eyes and clarify: “Because it's yours! Because I need you, and miss you, and want you! YOU! I mean sure, it will be different and an adjustment. But I love you, and I want to show it to you too.” And with that, he leans in to kiss his angel tenderly on the lips. Once Castiel leans into the kiss, he embraces him, holds him close, rubs his hands over his body, and through his hair. Cass cautiously returns the touch, as the kiss deepens, then reaches for something with one hand, setting off the chiming of metal.
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Suddenly, Castiel cuffs Dean's hands behind his back and throws the hunter onto the bed, climbing in after him. Dean yelps in surprise: “Whoa, what, huh? Since when have you gotten so, so, h-horny?” Cass, willing away all his clothes except briefs, crawls onto his lap, panting: “Just now. When I figured, there is nothing to stop me. When I saw, what kind of stuff you got, because you wanted to please me and now you're saying, you still want me, and I... I didn't think much about it before, but I did think of it, and now, I just want it so much! Seeing you naked, smelling your body, all the tension inside you, when you saw me going through the stuff... I want you so much now Dean!”
And with that, he starts grinding down on his crotch, hands in hair to pull the hunter into a deep kiss. After a few minutes, both their dicks are rock hard, and Dean is panting, trying to buck his hips to rub against Cass. Just then, the angel eliminates his undergarment and tugs at the towel still on Dean's loins, breaking the kiss in the process. Dean pleads: “Let me touch you! Please, I wanna touch you too!”, and he rattles with his handcuffs, as Castiel sits back on his lap, looking down at their erections touching each other, Dean's tip already wet with precum. But Cass gives him a cheeky grin and states: “Later. I want to play with you a little. When we... got married, you promised to go easy on me, because I have no experience, but I see you're already going on hard!”
This gets Dean to stop moving, thinking about his words, while Cass still ogles the pulsing flesh, as if in great awe. “You never had sex?”, Dean asks unbelieving. Just then, Castiel takes one member in each hand and starts rubbing, making them both moan. He's fast to learn, that that's not the most effective way, and so joins hands to press them together and rub in one movement, smooth but tight. Dean closes his eyes and starts to hiss and moan louder: “Oh Cass, Cass, baby, ohhh. Oh yes. Yeah, touch me, baby, oohhh.”, going on to start talking dirty, “Oh, I wanna be inside you, Cass, I wanna feel you around me! Ah, I wanna penetrate you, I wanna...”
Suddenly Castiel gets up and leaves, so Dean blurts apologetic: “Hey, wait, sorry Cass, did I say something wrong? Please don't go!” But the angel is already back, with a tube of lube, opening it to squirt some into his hand, smirking: “You wanna be inside me? I can arrange that!” “Oh. Wow, you really are ea-heager!”, the hunter squeals, as the cool gel is applied to his hot cock. Then Castiel takes another squirt and lets his hand wander down behind his balls, making some squishy noises as he rubs as much gel as possible up his tight hole. He's huffing, and moaning, making Dean crazy, thinking of how he is touching himself where his dick will soon follow.
Then the angel straightens himself up again, hovering over the hunter's hot pole, adjusts it to point at his butthole, and then starts to lower himself down. While trying to keep his eyes on his friend's face, that's displaying signs of joy, pain, fear and pleasure, all mixed into one, Dean almost immediately starts swearing and groaning: “Fuck, ohh fuck, oh God! Oh. No, noo!” Castiel looks at him with worry and stops halfway down, re-adjusting himself to grab both his shoulders with his hands, his right still sticky from the lube. “What is it, D?”, he asks. “Oh fuck, Cass, really? This feels so damn good!”, the hunter responds, reaching forward to lick at his chest, as he can't pet him with his hands. “Damn, you're so tight, so hot and tight... am I not hurting you? I mean, I don't w-want to, but God, this feels so good, so, oouh, oouhh, ha, he.”, Dean wails, “Oh Cass, you're so cramped, is it okay? Are you okay? Oh fuck, if you go any lower, I'm gonna come right now!“ He really has to hold back, not to push his hips up to go deeper into his friend's anus.
But then the angel gives him a dirty smile and whispers in his ear: “Oh, but I want you to come! Give it your best shot!” And he thus lowers himself completely onto the hunters hot rod, rising again to push down even deeper, making his friend warns him: “Oh, Cass, Cass, oh baby, no, Cass, I can't, I can't hold back!” Yet Castiel does it again, and then once more, making Dean scream: “Ooh, ooh, Cass, Cass, don't, you're so tight, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come right in your hot, tight, CA-HAAASSSSS!!!” Unable to control himself, Dean pulls at his cuffed wrists and twitches his legs, as he feels himself unleash his semen into Castiel. His eyes are closed and his head tilted upward, his mouth wide open to deeply gasp for air.
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When the hunter finally unclenches his eyes to view his friend with a guilty face, he is surprised to see him smile at him with pride and satisfaction. Dean quickly looks down into his lap, but there is no sign of Cass having climaxed. Yet he seems deeply pleased with himself as he boasts: “Wow. That must have been a record for being fast! And I even felt it! I could really feel you quiver inside me, as you filled me up. Wow.” Then he leans in for another kiss. Dean can feel the sweat from his chest and forehead trickle down his skin, as he gently kisses his love back. Then he looks deep into his beautiful eyes to admit: “I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to come. I wanted to hold on, but it just feels so damn good inside you!”
Castiel gives him a queer eye and asks: “So? Why shouldn't I get my chance yet? After all, don't you want me to say the same about you?” Dean's eyes get big with realization and he stutters: “Oh. O-okay, uhm, well... I've never done that before...” “Don't worry neither have I.”, the seraph ensures him, but he just shoots him a mock-angry look back and scolds: “You really are full of yourself, when you're being frisky, ey?” “Actually Dean, right now I'm full of YOUR self!”, the angel shoots right back, finally getting up of him with a grin, making a sloppy sound as the penis leaves his ass, dripping cum and lube all over his friend's lap. Dean's very embarrassed, but also still a bit horny, so he just sticks his tongue out at him and doesn't flinch, when it's met with a kiss.
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Castiel now finally opens the handcuffs and rubs over the red marks left from pulling at the metal. “You don't have to heal them, it's fine.”, Dean states, “Better save your strength. You'll probably need it. Perhaps I will too. Hrrhrrmm, do you want me on all fours?” Cass, seeing the concern in his face, ponders: “Look Dean, if you don't like to, I don't have to...” “No, it's alright. I don't mind being a bottom, as long as it's with you!”, he answers shy. Cass thinks for a moment, then he brings his hand up to his mouth to stifle a sob. Dean tenses up right away, thinking something is wrong, but Cass smiles at him and explains: “I'm okay, it's just... I wasn't sure what it meant. You know, I wore something blue on our wedding, so Sam joked, that I'm the bride, and later when we were alone and you wanted to... have sex, I told you about it and you asked if I would like to be the bottom as well. And I said: As long as it's you, I don't mind! And you responded with being touched that I was trusting you. So... Thank you for trusting me too!”
Dean blushes a smile, but a sudden thought hit's him, and he asks: “Cass? Is it really alright? I mean, didn't I ruin you this way?” The angel looks at him with questioning eyes and mumbles: “No, why would you?” His friend squirms: “Well, just... Isn't God gonna be pissed when he finds out? I mean, you're pure! You're an angel, you shouldn't...” “I shouldn't what? Be happy?”, Cass grumbles, startling Dean: “No, no, not...” “And anyways, you never cared about this, when you were flirting with angels who had female vessels! Why do you think it would smudge me? Cuz in case you didn't realize it: God doesn't care if you're gay! He made you and he loves you the way you are!”, the angel declares. Dean paddles back: “Sorry Cass, it's just... You're a seraph, and you're important to him, and angels don't do this normally. I mean, none of the others ever took my offer, remember? I thought it's cuz you have some code, you know, demons using sex to control and manipulate people, I thought it was forbidden. I didn't want to offend you, I just worry, because if God's cross with us he might... take you away from me. And I couldn't stand that!”
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The angel has to smile, when he remembers how much Dean's thoughts resemble his own not long ago. When he was in the dark, screaming out his pain, not caring what would happen to him next, because he was sure, this was the end of him and Dean, that God would not allow his creation to act in such a way. But after he was finally done venting, the 'angel radio' had kicked in. And the voices that reached him, were so many, close and distant, known and unknown, swirling through the abyss into his head: 'But Castiel, why would God not love you?' 'He made us...' 'God is love' '...the way we are!' 'With love, you can do no wrong.' 'I may be jealous...' 'Go for it!!!' '...but God will be okay.' 'You deserve to be happy!' 'Love is never a sin!' 'I'm sure He understands.' 'This is a chance.' 'He loves you...' 'Don't worry.' '...I just know it.' 'Go have fun!' 'This is all in Gods plan.' 'You respect each other, right?' 'Loving someone so much it hurts...' 'He is all forgiving, remember?' '...that was His idea in the first place.' 'I bet this is His wish.' 'Dean loves you...' 'We are all behind you!' '...and God loves you both.' Those and other thoughts had filled his spirit, lifting him up again. He had been surprised, as he recognized some of them. There was not one frown, not one spiteful word. They were all supportive. If that wasn't a sign, what could be? And just then, Dean had called him back to him...
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Castiel comes up to him and gives his man a hug, whispering: “Don't worry, if he were cross, he'd have stopped us way before this. I'm not offended, I'm honored by your concern. And there is one rule, that you can always apply, no matter what: If it is done with love, and respect, it has God's blessing! Okay? So don't ever feel afraid of showing love, no matter in what form! But I do understand your fear!” He pulls back to look deep into Dean's glowing, green gems again: “I wouldn't know, how to cope without you either!”
They kiss again, and hold on to each other real tight, until Dean is out of breath, stating: “Okay angel. Thanks. Um, I, ah, better go. I need to do something.” Turning red again, Dean squirms and takes the balloon and the lube, and heads to the bathroom to prepare, telling Cass to: “I don't know... look in the bag if you like. Perhaps you wanna try something.”, though the way he says it, sounds like he'd rather have him not. Yet when Dean returns, Cass tells him: “I got an idea. Lie down on the bed.” First the hunter feels uneasy, muttering: “Okay. Uhm, I hope I used enough lube.” When Cass sees the tube now only two-thirds full, he has to hide a smile.
Dean gets on the bed and Cass takes some massage oil and gets to it, first rubbing Dean's back. After a while, the hunter relaxes and declares: “Wow, this is really nice. But shouldn't we switch? I mean, isn't this unfair to you, if only I get to enjoy?” So Cass informs him: “Well, you insisted on massaging me nearly daily during your infatuation. Although I only allowed you to do it fully clothed.” So Dean sighs: “Oh. Okay, but I'll still return the favor some day.” Once the angel is done with the back, he rubs over the legs, up, and over the butt. He slowly closes in on Dean's hole, making him tense up a bit. So he tries a joke: “Now... where did I put that butt plug?” “Say what???”, Dean shrieks, and Cass laughs, when he calls him an asshole, after he sees his grin. Castiel makes up for it, by kissing both his 'cute' butt cheeks and rubbing them again.
Then the angel enters Dean's anus with one finger, nearly getting swallowed up by all the lube, and starts to rub. His friend squirms and sighs a little, but starts to open up, relaxing at the strange tickle. Cass adds another finger, making the hunter moan, and starts to twist a little to stretch the tissue. Before it's getting too heavy, he pulls out again, telling his beau to flip. He uses more oil to smooth over his skin, rubbing the nipples, reaching for his arms, feeling the muscle, back down over his abs, until he touches his hardening flesh, to stroke it. Dean is getting horny again and whispers: “Oh Cass, oh yes, Baby! I want to feel you! I want you on me!” So Cass positions himself, making Dean uneasy for a second, but when he asks: “You ready? Sure?”, he nods, and breathes out when Castiel's cock finally enters him.
It all goes real smooth form all the lube and the preparation, and thanks to Dean being so hot Cass. The hunter is grateful his hands are free this time, so he can pet his angel, while he's making love to him. Cass actually has a hard time coming, because although he's as untouched as his own, Dean's anus is much wider due to all the foreplay, and the lube hardly leaves any friction. But Dean caresses him best he can and talks dirty once more: “Oh angel, ooh, I feel you, oh wow, you're big, I feel you filling me, pushing into me, oouh! Oouh! Oh yes, I want you, want you all inside me, ah, please...”
So Cass picks up speed, drilling deep into his ass, to pull out completely, just to push back into him again, making lube squish to all sides. Dean moans in pleasure: “Yes, oh, yes, more! Oh Cass, Cass you're so beautiful, so big, so hard inside me! I want you to come, come inside, come in me! Come in me! Oh, oooh, give it to me, fill me up, push deeper, deeper, yes!” “Oh Dean! Dean! I love you. I'm almost there. Oh Dean, oh, ooh Deeean!”, Castiel pants, humping him hard. “Yes, come in me, let me feel you! I'm yours, mark me as yours! Please...“, Dean huffs, and out of an impulse, all the while still whispering sweet nothings into the angel's ear, he reaches down to stroke and fondle his lover's balls, giving him relief at last.
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However, as the angel climaxes, Dean gets a weird look on his face, stating: “Oh Cass... you're glowing... so beautiful...” “Thank you.”, Castiel replies flattered, until Dean explains: “Your wings... they're so pure...” Panicked, the angel urges: “My what? Dean, if you can see my wings, look away! You mustn't see them, my true sight would burn you!” Somehow, Dean snaps out of it, blinking and shaking his head. But he doesn't seem scarred, as he states: “Oh, hoh, that was interesting. But, I don't think it was dangerous... you just looked so incredibly beautiful!” Cass wonders: “Hm. Well maybe this is the equivalent of 'hearing angels sing' during sex.”, and so decides not to linger on the subject. He wants to pull out, but Dean keeps his arms wrapped around him, pleading: “No, stay! It feels good! I... it's so strange, it still feels a bit weird, but wholesome too! I want you. On me, in me. With me. Stay.” So they remain joined, kissing and petting each other gently.
At some point the angel gets hard again, and they go for another round, this time rubbing Dean's dick in the process. The hunter comes first, and his ass clenching is what drives his lover over the edge too. This time Cass has the strange sense of seeing tiny wings fluttering underneath the hunter, and Dean, though while not seeing them this time, is sure he's feeling Castiel's wings wrapped around them both. When they talk about it, Castiel decides to tell the hunter about the potion that he had to sacrifice tiny piece of wing for, to heal him from the spell he was under. Dean, who understands how important his wings are to Castiel, is touched: “Oh Cass! You did that for me? I owe you my gratitude!”
“You're welcome!”, the angel assures him with a fond smile, and then speculates: “Maybe, it didn't dissolve into nothing. Maybe my wing is somehow attached to you now. And us being this intimate shows us each other's part.” Dean weighs his head, musing: “Hm, you could have a point there. And hey, since you've been turning a bit more human, maybe this is gonna make me a bit angelic!” Cass holds against it: “Oh, I sure hope not! If you're suddenly getting more angelic, that's gonna make you even more full of yourself.” To which Dean retorts: “Well, right now I am more full of YOUR self, right?” They both grin, very happy and spend, staying in the sheets, too tired to shower. Dean gives his angel another sweet kiss, whispering: “I love you.”, and as Cass cuddles more into his arms, he repeats: “And I love you!”, before falling asleep.
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Next morning the Winchesters sit together at breakfast, when Sam overhears two men at another table, where one claims: “They must have tried summoning someone, perhaps they're satanists!” At once alert, he offers them: “Just a moment, what did you say? Would you care to sit with us and tell us more?” The two sit down at their table and one says right away: “Yeah, last night some weirdos were trying to summon an ancient god, keeping us from getting some sleep.” “Those blokes were chanting Odin's name all night and stuff.”, the other adds. Castiel, sensing where this is heading, tries to hush: “Sam, we should leave!” , yet he hisses back: “This might be serious!”, and begs: “Please continue! What else did you hear?” So the first reports. “Well, one guy was repeatedly shouting the name in a strange manner, like: 'Oh-diiiiin, Oh-diiiiin'!”
Dean starts to blush and wants to hide his embarrassed smile, but Sam still doesn't get it. Then the other man says: “Those guys must have wanted to possess someone or become possessed, cuz they kept chanting: 'Come in me, come in me' or 'come now, come now' and so on.” “While the other kept saying: 'Oh-diiiin'.”, the first adds. Finally the pieces fall into place with Sam and he wants to make a run for it: “Oh, well, that sounds weird...”, getting up, yet the men ask him surprised: “Did you not hear anything of that racket?”, and: “What floor were you on?” Sam asks back evasive: “Uh, well, what floor was it on?” “Well, we were on the second!”, the first man returns, so Sam is quick to lie: “Ah, so that's why, we were on the fourth!” The second man skeptically repeats: “The fourth? I thought that's under construction currently.”, so he corrects himself: “Uh, yes, I meant the fifth!” “ We really need to be going now!”, Castiel urges, and the three make haste to escape the two men's examining stares.
In the car Dean wants to say something: “Sam, you...”, but his bro cuts him off: „I don't want to know, it's not my business, just be quiet next time!“ Until Cass reveals: “Sam, the motel only had 4 floors! So now they know for sure, it was us.” The young hunter stares at the angel perplexed, then over to his brother, returning a shamed expression, and finally all three start laughing. Castiel and Dean kiss, Sam smiles at them and that's really the end!
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