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Disgusting is the first thing Castiel thinks when he and Dean walk into the abandoned warehouse where a group of demons are rumored to reside. The windows were boarded up carelessly, cobwebs collected in what seemed like every corner and dirt and blood tracked by boot prints on the concrete. The air was filled with the smell of copper and Castiel's nose scrunched up in protest.
"Well, at least we know they're here." Dean smirks up at the angel from where he's kneeled down, lifting up what looks like a bloody shirt. Or, at least what's left of a shirt.
"Put that down," Castiel scolds him and the other rolls his eyes and drops the shirt dramatically. Castiel walks further into the warehouse to look for the demons they've been tracking for almost a whole week and he hears Dean's footsteps to keep up from behind him as they trudge further. A ways into the warehouse, Dean stumbles and falls into Castiel's back and he turns to face him to see if he's okay.
"Quit walking so fast!" Dean complains as he uses Castiel's shoulders to steady himself and Castiel narrows his eyes in confusion. "Not all of us can see in the dark." Oh, right.
"I forget that human senses are limited."
"Gee, Cas, no need for compliments." It takes him a moment to realize Dean is being sarcastic and an eye roll is his only response. Castiel reaches back and grabs hold of Dean's hand practically dragging him through the dark, ignoring the flustered " Dude !" that comes from the man behind him. Castiel lets a smug smile slip as Dean struggles to keep up.
They walk as quietly as possible until they reach the far end of the building. The track ends at a doorway and when Castiel opens it, there's a long set of stairs and the foul stench of demons. He turns to look back at Dean who seems to have adjusted more to the lack of lighting (still holding hands), but he worried how the human would make it down the stairs.
"I'm not a baby, Cas, I can handle a little dark stairway." Was Dean's reply when the angel voiced his concerns. Castiel huffed but started down the stairs carefully. Every now and then he warned Dean of a creaky board or a loose nail and each time he was given a grunt. Faint sounds of laughter were heard as they continued down and when they reached the end they paused.
The smell of blood was so prominent that Dean gagged. Light shone from a far corner and he and Dean weaved through boxes until the group of demons was in their sights. Five demons circled three people who were strapped to separate chairs, all of them clearly tortured. Two seemed to already be dead. The third one- a young male- was crying softly as one of the demons dragged a knife slowly down his chest, just barely missing his skin.
The man babbled on about " I don't know who that is ," and " I have no idea what you're talking about ," in between begging for his life. Dean curses under his breath (a little too loudly) and Castiel turns around to glare at him.
"I know him," Dean whispers, not even sparing a glance at him. "He worked at the gas station we stopped at." Castiel frowned in realization that the demons knew they were after them. Before he could do anything, Dean stepped out from behind the boxes.
"Hey assholes! Ya lookin' for me?" If the demons didn't kill him, the angel was surely going to. All five demons turn towards Dean and Castiel sighs, joining him out of hiding.
"Well, well," One of the demons- who was wearing what seemed to be a fisherman- clapped slowly. "If it isn't the famous Dean Winchester and his angel guard dog."
Castiel frowned at the given title but Dean seemed unaffected. If anything, he seemed to find it amusing. The demon- the one that was holding the knife- swiftly cuts the throat of the man in the chair without even batting an eye. She stands tall and eyes him and Dean like they're her new favorite play toys. Dean pulls out the demon blade as the fisherman-demon charges, Castiel strays to take care of the others.
They're clearly young because their fighting is sloppy. Two of the demons-a young girl and boy- tried to ambush Castiel but had no sense of harmony, resulting in a poorly placed attack that the angel easily avoided. Striking the girl through the heart with his angel blade, he quickly retracts it to block the boy who tried to jump him. Another one- what Castiel assumes was a mechanic of sorts- charged at him out of the corner of his eye and he grabs the boy by the collar and tosses him into the mechanic.
Castiel takes both of their lives and turns to see Dean fighting off the supposed leader, the fisherman lying lifeless on the floor. The angel marches over and grabs the demon by the back of the neck, throwing her into the far wall. Castiel marches over and lifts her by her throat. She claws pointlessly at his arm as she chokes from the lack of oxygen.
"Cas," Dean calls behind him and he turns his head to watch him walk over. "Let her go,"
"Yeah, Cas, be a good little guard dog and listen to your owner." The demon taunts, and Castiel only squeezes her neck harder.
"Cas!" Reluctantly, he lets go of the demon and steps back to let Dean move towards her. Dean holds the knife up to the demon's neck and she coughs a few times before straightening her posture.
"This all of you?" He asks and the demon laughs at him in response. Castiel's lips form a thin line and he's tempted to just kill her himself.
"Talk, demon." He says and she eyes him curiously.
"You really ought to put a tighter leash on him." She says to Dean and Castiel moves towards her with the intent to kill. Before he can take another step, Dean stabs her and body glows orange before becoming pliant. Dean rips out the knife and her body falls to the floor with a thud .
"She got blood on my jacket," He heard him complain, and he looked down to see a giant stain on the sleeve of Dean's jacket.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Castiel asked as he shed his jacket.
"I'm fine, Cas." Dean scoffed and folded up the piece of clothing. "What a bunch of amateurs." He looked around at the bodies of the demons and shook his head.
Castiel nodded in agreement and led Dean back up the stairs and through the warehouse, holding his hand without much protest.
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The next time it happens, it's a vampire's nest somewhere in the south east of Colorado.
As usual, Dean insists on driving the impala despite Castiel's complaints that 'zapping' (as Dean puts it) would be much easier. And faster. Castiel sat begrudgingly in the passenger seat as Dean sang along to some rock song that was on the radio.
Dean recklessly drums his fingers on the steering wheel while the car is still moving and Castiel has to turn his head to look out the window to prevent himself from chastising him. The silence was not uncomfortable, both men were experienced in hunting and there wasn't any reason to be nervous. Still, Castiel wished he had something to talk about.
When they arrived at the barnhouse (how unorthodox) he and Dean got out of the car and made their way to the trunk.
"Don't do anything reckless," Dean says as he opens up the trunk and grabs a long blade, wiping a bit of dirt off with his flannel sleeve. Castiel rolled his eyes and mumbled a half-assed response before walking away. He catches up with Castiel a few yards away from the entrance and grabs his shoulder firmly.
"Dude, what did I just say?" Dean whisper-yelled, giving him a bewildered look. "What was your plan, just march up the door and walk right in?"
"Yes," Castiel answers honestly and Dean's face drops. He mumbles something along the lines of "why am I surprised?" and points at the angel's chest.
"Stay behind me," He opens his mouth to protest but Dean gives him a stern look and he gives up the fight. Dean sneaks towards the barn and Castiel follows standing upright, not even bothering to try. When he sees this, Dean throws him arms up in protest and walks over to the entrance. The door, of course, is locked, and Dean lifts his leg up to kick it open and nearly falls when the angel uses his grace to open the doors just before his foot lands.
"Asshole!" Dean chides as Castiel walks past him and into the barn, once again not listening. He heard hissing before he saw them and was almost caught off guard by the sudden girl flying herself at him, teeth bared. He grabbed her by the throat and placed the palm of his other hand on her forehead, burning her out. Castiel heard struggling next to him and saw two more vampires trying to take on Dean. He threw the vampire's limp body at one of them and marched over.
Castiel grabs the vampire he hit with the girl's body by the collar and slams him into the wall, behind him, Dean cuts the head off of the other one. Castiel finishes burning out the vampire and lets its body fall to the ground.
"You bastards!" They turn around to face the cause of the shrill voice. This vampire is clearly older, she seems to be smarter. She keeps her distance and her body stills in a defensive state. "That was my family!"
"And what about the families you guys 'ave been draining?" Dean speaks up from behind Castiel and takes a few steps to stand next to him. "You don't think those people mattered?"
"Screw humans! They're nothing but hateful creatures!" She snarls and her eyes focus on Dean. "Especially you, Dean Winchester. How many people have died under your care? How many lives lost from the promise of protection you offered? How many-"
Her sentence was cut short by Castiel's hand wrapping around her throat. He punched her once, then twice, and then a third time.
"Cas!" Dean spoke up, and almost on command he dropped the vampire, glaring down at her as she gasped for oxygen.
"And his little guard dog too," She manages between gasps, holding her throat. "How could I forget about you? Do you also fetch when he tells you to?"
Castiel's mouth twitches when he hears Dean try to poorly cover up a laugh by coughing.
"I am not his pet." Castiel glares down at her and grabs her by the hair, shaking his head as she attempts to claw at him with her nails.
"Down boy!" She taunted when her scratching did nothing, and cursed when he tugged at her hair harshly. He turns around to stare at Dean and he coughs a few times again.
"C-Cas...C'mon.." Dean wheezed out and covered his mouth with his hand, refusing to make eye contact. The angel rolls his eyes and burns out the vampire before she can make another snide remark. Dean's still snickering while they clean up the bodies and Castiel has to, as the humans say, 'bite his tongue' to not scold him.
The drive back to their motel is filled with a slight tension, Castiel can tell that Dean wants to bring it up but every time he opens his mouth Castiel turns the volume up on the music (Dean regrets teaching him how to do it). When Dean (finally) parks the car, Castiel practically jumps out of the passenger side, slamming the door behind him. Dean's about to bring up the fact that he's the one with the room key until he sees the angel press his palm against the door and it magically opens. So much for trying to corner him. Dean rolls his eyes and sighs, resting his forehead on the steering wheel.
Castiel lets the motel door slam closed behind him, and he plops himself down on the bed farthest from the door. He hears Dean open the door and lock it, dropping what he assumes is the duffel bag on the table.
"C'mon Cas, there's no need to pout about it." He could practically hear the smirk in Dean's voice.
"I am not pouting," Castiel replies, definitely pouting about it. Dean frowns when the angel refuses to even look at him. He thinks for a moment, and then it hits him, he has a great idea.
"Here boy!" Dean's soul almost jumped out of his body when Castiel turned to glare at him, but he kept up his smug smirk. "C'mon, come here boy!"
"Dean," Castiel warned, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps towards Dean. Despite the few inches Dean has on him, Dean feels like Castiel is looking down at him.
"You 'gotta admit," he lets out the laugh he's been trying to hold in for hours. "It's kinda true." Castiel tilts his head and narrows his eyes at Dean while he laughs. After a few moments he's collected himself enough to look the angel in the eyes.
"Is that so?" Castiel takes a few heavy strides towards Dean until they're only a few feet apart. "I'm your loyal guard dog?"
"Yeah, it is." Dean keeps the smug look on his face despite the circumstances but his laughter dies out and he steps back.
"I'm just your pet who does whatever you ask? I'm just here to follow your every order?" Castiel moved closer, cornering him against the wall.
"Well, I mean-.." Dean trails off and he looks to the side to avoid his gaze. Castiel isn't having any of it though and he reaches his hand up to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging it harshly. Dean gasped at the roughness of it and he swallowed down a whine because Dean Winchester does not whine.
" Look at me," He demands and oh, Castiel's commanding tone . Dean winces at another harsh tug and locks eyes with the angel, licking his lips. "You think you're charming, don't you?"
"I'd like to consider myself quite a catch." Dean flashes his signature smile and Castiel gives him an unimpressed look.
"You think you own me? You forget, boy ," Castiel snarls at him and he leans in to whisper into Dean's ear. " I marked you . You're mine." He presses his lips roughly against Dean's, not giving him a chance to respond. The kiss is nothing short of Castiel's hunger consuming Dean, making his limbs weak and mind jelly.
Dean moaned into the kiss when Castiel grinded their hips together and his hands grabbed at the angel's shoulders, yanking on his trench coat sleeves. Castiel's hand stayed in Dean's hair while the other one gripped Dean's waist tightly. There was definitely going to be a hand-shaped bruise on his waist tomorrow and he could barely muster up the energy to mind.
"Ca-Cas!" Dean gasped out when Castiel finally backed away to give him some air. The son of a bitch wasn't even out of breath.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel teased, nipping at his neck. Dean squirmed against the wall at the assault, his body caged between Castiel's and the wall. Dean's hands yanked at the stupid trench coat and Castiel moved back to allow him to remove it. They moved around each other to take one another's clothes off, the first to go was Castiel's trench coat, then his black jacket and tie, then it was Dean's jacket and t-shirt. Castiel could have just poofed them off, but this way he got to show Dean that he was his, that it was his hands that were undressing him.
When Dean reached over to unbutton his shirt, Castiel grabbed his hands and pinned them to the wall next to his head. Dean made a noise of protest that the angel cut off with an open-mouthed kiss. They stayed like that for a few moments, chest to chest and grinding their hips against each other. Castiel's hands released Dean's wrists and moved to slide over his chest, running up and down his sides. Occasionally he would give Dean's torso a squeeze to draw out a moan from him.
"So perfect," Castiel whispered against his lips when he pulled away to give Dean some air. He was panting harshly and his lips were red and puffy, just the way Castiel wanted. Dean watched him through half-lidded eyes as Castiel leaned forward to kiss at his neck gently before leaving dark red marks anywhere he could get them.
"Cas-Cas! Don't you dare leave marks- Fuck ." Dean protested, one hand tangled in Castiel's hair and the other one smacking at the angel's shoulder. Castiel ignored him and continued, biting down hard on the spot under Dean's ear where he knew he was most sensitive. That move earned him a harsh tug on his hair and a delicious roll of Dean's hips.
"I will do as I please," Castiel pulled back from Dean's neck to lock eyes with him. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."
And oh wow okay he was 90% sure he could cum in his pants off of Castiel's words alone.
Dean (totally did not) yelp in surprise when Castiel picked him up and grabbed the back of his thighs, forcing his legs to wrap around his waist.
"Put me down! Put me down!" Dean's hands wrapped around Castiel's neck and he held on for dear life. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of his whole life, he was a grown man for fucks sake! Nobody should be able to pick him up like he weighs the same amount as a feather, much less by someone shorter than him! Yeah, he's an angel and all but it doesn't stop the heat from rising to Dean's cheeks.
Of course, Castiel ignores him again and carries him over to the bed, laying him down on his back. Castiel stood back up and rolled up the sleeves of his white button down. Dean eyed him hungrily when his hands moved to undo his belt and yank off his jeans.
"You're so beautiful, Dean." Castiel's voice is rough and his gaze is nothing but primal and Dean squirms under it, completely embarrassed. He mumbles something along the lines of "don't say that," but Castiel doesn't pay attention. He's more focused on the way Dean's hand covers the obvious bulge in his boxers, the way his skin is flushed pink down to his chest and the way his chest is panting under the intensity of everything. He is absolutely breathtaking. "All mine."
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as Castiel leaned down to kiss the tent in his boxers, eliciting a soft groan from him. Dean's back arched slightly when the angel mouthed at it, his hips bucking up to chase the friction. Castiel's hands splayed out on his hips to hold him down and Dean made a loud noise of complaint.
"Don't-Don't fucking tease me," He glared down at Castiel and a shiver went down his spine at the look he gave him. If looks could kill, Dean was sure he would be dead.
"You," Castiel snarled, and kissed and nipped his way back up Dean's body to whisper in his ear. "Do not get to order me around. I thought I made that clear."
Dean opens his mouth to retaliate, but his words are cut off with a moan when a sharp bite lands on his collarbone. Then another on his ribs, then two more by his bellybutton, and a final one on his hip bone right above his boxers. Dean squirmed underneath him but his hips stayed glued to the bed, courtesy of Castiel's hands on him. Castiel takes his time with him, licking a stripe up his cock through his boxers and blowing cool air on it just to make Dean shiver.
"Cas.." Dean whines and it's almost worth the raise of eyebrows from the angel. "Cas, don't-don't tease me. 'Can't take it-"
"You'll take what I give you." His tone is unforgiving and his hands move from Dean's waist to slowly pull off his boxers, tossing them somewhere to the side. Dean is suddenly very aware of just how naked he is compared to Cas and he bites his lip in shame. His hand reached down to cover himself and before he could even blink his hands were pressed against the bed above his head.
"No," Is all Castiel says before licking Dean's cock from the base to the tip. Dean's head falls back on the bed and it dawns on him that his hands are bound by Castiel's grace . That bastard was using his fucking angel grace to tie him down and it definitely did not turn him on even more (it did).
"Fuck, Cas!" Dean moans when he takes the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking softly before continuing down. It felt like hours had passed by the time Castiel had taken all of him in his mouth. The sound Dean let out when Castiel moaned around him was music to his ears. He did it again and Dean bucked into his mouth trying to chase his release. Dean gasps and curses when Castiel comes off with a pop just before he can finish.
"Does that feel good, Dean? Do you like having my mouth on your cock?" Castiel's voice is low and gravelly, but his tone demands an answer. Dean looks down at him with glossy eyes and shales his head in defiance. Castiel nips at the skin on his hip and Dean groans in response.
"Come back," Dean demands when Castiel stands up and backs away, because he can never learn his fucking lesson. He blinks up at Castiel and fuck is he a sight to see. His hair was messy and stuck up in all different directions, his shirt wrinkled and the way that it's rolled up to his elbows is probably the hottest thing Dean has ever seen. Castiel's hands travel down to undo his belt and Dean's eyes follow, his neck straining to get a better view of the angel before him. And what a view it was. Dean's hands fight against Castiel's grace with no luck, and he bucks his hips up instead. Castiel narrows his eyes as he strips off his shirt and steps out of his pants, walking towards Dean.
"You can never just sit still, can you?"
"Nope," The question was rhetorical but Dean answers anyways.
Castiel shoots him an unamused look and spreads Dean's legs apart so he can settle between them, kneeling on the bed. He kisses the inside of both of his knees and Dean squirms at the gentle gesture. One of his hands travel down to Dean's hole and he rubs his thumb against it.
"Cas wait- we need-" Dean starts but he cuts himself off when he feels his hole covered in something warm and wet. Castiel's angelic grace strikes again . He moans when two of Castiel's fingers breach him roughly. Normally, he was very gentle, always checking in on Dean and going slow and steady, but this time Dean had really struck a nerve.
"You still think I'm your loyal pet?" Castiel leans close, his lips brushing against Dean's.
He knows better, he knows so much better than to push him when Castiel is pissed but fuck if it doesn't turn him on six ways to Sunday. "Yeah, I do." He grits out and his facade is immediately shattered when Castiel wraps his other hand around the base of his cock tightly.
Castiel's fingers deliberately thrust against his prostate repeatedly, driving Dean halfway to insanity. "I have you writhing under me, bitten and marked and you still believe that you are in charge?" Castiel's voice dares Dean to bite back, but no words come out.
"I have you moaning like a bitch in heat and yet, you insist on pushing me further." Dean whimpers at his words and feels a familiar heat pooling in his lower stomach. Castiel jerks his cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers, making Dean's eyes roll back.
"Close-Close!" Dean slurs, looking down at his angel with pleading eyes and just before he can cum, Castiel's hand sits firmly at the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm. "No!" Dean cries, a few tears slipping from his eyes as Castiel's fingers continue to abuse his prostate.
"No? " Castiel repeats, tightening his grip on Dean. "You don't get to tell me no." Dean whined and Castiel let go of his cock and withdrew his fingers, tracing feather-light touches around the head. Castiel spends the next few moments staring down at his Dean, admiring how his chest rises and falls heavily, his eyes glazed over, lips parted and red, his hair messy and his body trembling from pleasure. "You look much nicer like this."
"Please," Dean begs and Castiel knows he's won. "Please, Cas. 'Wanna cum, 'need to cum!" He practically sobbed when Castiel shoved three fingers in his hole, finger-fucking him roughly. Dean feels Castiel's grace wrap around the base of his cock and he mentally curses the angel.
"That's not very nice of you, Dean." Stupid angel mind-reading-prayer-hearing powers.
"I hate you," Dean whines with no heat behind his words when Castiel withdraws his fingers. Castiel hums at him and traces the head of his cock against Dean's hole. Dean whines and tries to grind down against him but Castiel grips his hips tightly, preventing him from moving. He pushes the head so that it just enters him only to slowly drag it back out.
"Tease!" Dean sobs, his last thread of self-control snapping. "Fuck, Cas, please! Please, please!"
"Please, what?" Castiel taunts, pushing the head inside of Dean, remaining completely still. Dean whines and he begs Cas with his eyes to not make him say it out loud. Castiel returns with a raise of his eyebrows, daring him to back down.
Dean takes a deep breath and swallows down his pride.
"Please, fuck me Cas." Dean's lips tremble and he feels like he is going to die of shame. Castiel pushes into him a little more, but stills when he's halfway in. "Fuck, Cas, please, please fuck me I need it so bad."
Castiel pushes the rest of the way into Dean in one thrust and Dean fucking sobs . He feels so good and so fucking full. He needed this. Castiel lets out a low groan and it makes Dean's chest swell with pride.
"Fuck, Dean, you feel so good stretched out on my cock." Yup, it's official, Dean has died and gone to heaven. He loved how filthy Castiel's mouth was, absolutely adored how he could make one of heavens' angels curse and moan out his name.
Castiel buried his face in Dean's neck, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Despite his roughness, he would never want to actually hurt Dean.
"'M good," Dean whispers after a few more shallow thrusts and Castiel leans back to look into his eyes.
"Promise?" He whispers back, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Just fuck me already." Dean rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss Castiel properly. Castiel immediately dominates the kiss, pulling out until only the tip was left inside of him and slamming back in roughly.
The moan that Dean lets out is so loud he has half a mind to worry about his room-neighbors filing a noise complaint. Castiel's pace is ruthless and he repeatedly fucks his cock against Dean's prostate.
"Cas! Lemme cum! I need to cum please !" Dean begs pathetically as his cock weeps against his stomach. Castiel doesn't relent though, and he keeps his grace wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. Dean continues complaining and Castiel lets his arms free. Immediately, Dean grabs Castiel and pulls him down so that his cock is trapped between both of their stomachs.
Dean whines at the extra friction and his hand claws at Castiel's back and if he was human, there would definitely be some angry red lines left behind. Castiel bites his shoulder and Dean feels like his dick is going to explode.
"Please, Castiel." Dean begs again and the use of his full name gets his attention. "Please let me come!"
And the groan Castiel lets out is all Dean needs to know that he's won. Almost immediately, he felt the grace unravel around him and he almost came on the spot. Castiel continues slamming into his prostate, a possessive hold on his waist as he dips down to bite and suck on his collarbone.
" Mine ," He growls, and Dean clenches even tighter around him. Dean whimpers at the feeling of his cock trapped between them and his voice cracked when he came, his cum painting both of their chests.
Castiel continued to fuck him through his orgasm, rough and wild and so fucking good . He kissed away the tears that fell from his lover's eyes and reached a hand up to cup his face gently.
"Cas-Castiel wait I can't- I already came..!" Dean babbled, his hands weakly pawing at the angel's shoulders. Castiel smirked down at him and nipped at his bottom lip.
"Weren't you just begging me to cum though?" He has a hard time concealing his smirk as he picks up his pace (which Dean did not think was possible) and fucks him with no mercy. Despite his exhaustion, Dean feels another orgasm quickly building up and it's too much , it's too fucking much. Dean shakes his head and mentally murders Castiel when he laughs at him. Castiel leans down to give Dean an open mouthed kiss which he returns with as much energy as he can muster. Castiel groans into the kiss when he feels himself getting closer to the edge, his pace becoming sloppy.
"Cum with me, Dean." And he doesn't need to be told twice. They finish together and in some part of the very back of Dean's mind he finds it slightly romantic. Castiel's pace slows as he comes down from his high, dragging his cock back and forth a few times before officially pulling out. Dean slumps against the bed and he doesn't think he's ever felt so exhausted in his life.
Castiel gives Dean a gentle kiss on the forehead before waving his hand, cleaning up the mess that they made. When Castiel pulls the covers over them, Dean turns over to bury his face in the crook of the angel's neck.
"Are you okay?" Castiel asks, because he always has to make sure that Dean is well taken care of.
"'M fine, Cas. Fucking fantastic, actually." He mumbles back. "Probably won't be able to sit for a few days though.' And when Dean looks up at him the angel has the balls to look sheepish.
"Maybe next time you'll learn your lesson faster." Castiel says as he pulls Dean even closer and they both know it's not true.
And they wouldn't have it any other way.