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This part of town was popular for the alt crowd and not really designed with humans in mind but Dean was determined to finally act on one of his more problematic kinks.
Okay, he's not proud of it but the heart wants what the heart wants, right? Or the butt…whatever.
He scanned the club looking for a bigger sort. Someone who could pick him up then pin him down. A red-headed demon in stilettos and black leather stood out and not only because she was a foot taller than everyone else. She had bright red lips and an attitude that would make you beg for them. She turned, seemingly aware of eyes on her, and gave Dean an obvious once over. He winked and smirked, the usual Dean Winchester play, but she just rolled her head back and laughed. Fair enough then.
He looked further and spotted a bearded bear of a man with broad shoulders. Dean watched him as he leaned against a railing, steel blue eyes on the dance floor…right up until a tall, friendly looking guy slung his arms around him and kissed him sweetly. Damn.
The bartender had started breaking down the bar so Dean cut his losses, settled his tab and left before the rush.
Outside, he took a deep breath and stared up at a starless night sky.
It was getting late and it seemed like he wasn't gonna find anyone to scratch his particular itch. It was a long shot and he did feel kinda skeevy for objectifying a whole demographic.
Only people who vaguely passed for human went to clubs and bars. They were in a progressive city but that just meant the wilder lot stayed home. Unfortunately.
The large park that stood between him and his apartment stretched ahead. Well lit for the most part, Dean had no problem walking through it at night and tonight was no exception.
About halfway across, a figure appeared under a streetlight in the distance and headed towards him. No, not in the distance, just big. Very big. Dean licked his lips as he got closer, horny nerves doing a number on his dick, and readied himself to interact. They were humanoid—not surprising as it was very rare not to be—about seven feet tall and barrel chested.
Judging by their attire of a light brown overcoat and two piece suit complete with a blue tie, the figure presented as a man and as he got closer, Dean could see that his skin was covered in soft looking, dark brown fur. Short and neat around his face, longer and fuller on his chest and short again on his massive hands. What lay in between was a mystery that he very much wanted to solve.
The guy looked like a cross between Beast and Lion-O from ThunderCats, sending Dean briefly back in time to his—furry-adjacent—bisexual awakening. The animal thing wasn't the point. It was the big thing, the otherness of someone non-human is what did it for Dean and he's already admitted he isn't proud of it.
"Hey!" Dean called from a few feet away. "Can I talk to you?"
"I have already established my relationship with God, I don't want car insurance and I'm very happy with my current Internet provider, thank you." The guy answered in a deep, rough voice.
"No, nothing like that!" Dean laughed as he stepped closer. "I…you look interesting. I thought we might get to know each other a little better?" he suggested, raising his eyebrows and spreading his hands to subtly present himself.
The guy looked Dean up and down, then stared intently into his eyes. "If you're sure, I would be amenable to that. Do you live near here?"
"Yeah." Dean breathed happily. "Come on, this way."
They walked shoulder to shoulder, well, shoulder to elbow, and Dean could smell a refreshing apple scent. It was masculine and earthy but not animalistic and he enjoyed breathing it in deeply on their walk.
"What's your name?" Dean finally asked.
"Castiel…Or Cas if you prefer."
Dean hummed and tried it out. He liked how it widened his mouth and hissed at the end.
"Nice to meet ya, Cas. Name's Dean."
"Hello, Dean." Cas rumbled from where he stood very closely behind Dean, distracting him as he tried to unlock his front door. His apartment was older so it thankfully had high ceilings and Cas entered with no problem.
Dean followed him in then yelped as he was lifted completely off the ground and on to the console table in the hallway. Cas stood between his bowed knees and cradled Dean's face gently in his large hands. He kissed him soft and sweet but Dean returned it with a deep and thorough tongue fucking, finding out Cas' teeth felt pointed and his tongue was unusually rough. Dean rubbed himself shamelessly against his furry neck, moaning when his cock brushed against Cas' firm thigh.
"Can I see you, Cas?" Dean whined, pushing his coat off his shoulders, and Cas unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it and the tie off in one go. Only his pants remained, a large bulge pressed against the navy fabric, and Dean's mouth watered.
His clothes followed shortly and his weeping cock bounced free towards his stomach then Cas picked him up effortlessly, eliciting a filthy moan at the show of strength.
"Damn it, Cas. Bedroom now." He pointed towards his room and Castiel moved towards it. Dean was wiggling in Cas' grip and Castiel growled, nipping at Dean's neck in warning but he just arched into Cas further, pressing his naked erection into the soft fuzz of Cas' tightly muscled stomach and sounding embarrassingly desperate.
"You're not going to stop fidgeting, are you? Begging for it with your whole gorgeous body? If you're not careful, I'll pull my cock out right here in the hallway and fuck you raw." Cas growled and Dean thought he might black out with how aroused he was.
"Promise?" Dean moaned as he deliberately rolled his hips.
Cas glared then shifted Dean into one hand and slid his long fingers down Dean's crack. When he encountered the plug nestled in his hole, Cas let out a deep rolling purr that sounded like praise and shook through Dean's chest like a V8 engine.
"Fuck, Dean. I should have guessed you'd be ready for it, ready to take any cock you could find." Cas murmured into Dean's ear then nipped the lobe with his sharp canine.
Aroused impossibly further, Dean reached back and pulled out the large plug, dropping it to the floor. Cas spun them and pressed Dean against the wall to free his hand, using it to quickly unzip his pants and pull out his, frankly enormous, cock. Dean could feel it curve under his balls, and around his backside, practically holding him up on its own.
"Come on, Cas, get that in me! Need you to split me in half. I'm prepped and I've been ready since I saw you in the park. Fuck me!" Dean cried out before pulling Cas' hair and kissing him desperately.
"Shh…all in due time…" Castiel crooned and rubbed the blunt tip of his wet cock against Dean's gaping hole. "Think you can take me. Look at me. Look at what you need, Dean."
Dean looked down past his own dripping cock to see Cas' erection jutting out.
"I'll show you my toy collection later." He gripped tighter with his legs and pulled Cas into him with a loud groan.
"Fuuuuu-" Dean gasped as he was stretched wide and Castiel rumbled incoherently in his ear, sending a shiver racing up his spine.
Once Dean was seated fully, Cas took a deep, labored breath and looked him in the eye.
"Alright?" he asked him, soft and earnest. Dean nodded, panting. "Fine. Fantastic. Just gimme a sec before you move." Dean flexed and wiggled, making himself comfortable, dragging the process out cheekily when Cas dug his nails into the plaster where his hands rested either side of Dean's head.
"Are you done?" Cas grumbled through clenched teeth. "I'd very much like to fuck you now."
Dean laughed, relaxing completely, and nodded again.
"Yeah, perfect, go for it, big guy." Dean winked and Cas rolled his eyes then ran his hands from Dean's ribcage, all the way up his arms to pin his hands to the wall above him. He adjusted his stance and Dean's cock jumped in anticipation.
"You ready for me?"
"Jesus, Cas, I've been ready for you! Now quit teasin'!"
"Very well." Cas pressed a kiss to Dean's open mouth, stroking in with his tongue as he dragged his cock out then snapped his hips forward and up, hard. Dean grunted out a moan and Cas was soon pistoning in and out of him at an incredible pace. Sweat beaded in the fur between his pecs, slicking up his stomach and Dean's dick as it was pressed between them.
"Fuck you look good bouncing on my cock. Let me see you better."
Cas let go of Dean's arms and grabbed him by the ass, with a cheek in each huge hand he massaged them, briefly fingered at Dean's stretched rim then lifted Dean easily and pushed him down roughly, sheathing himself within his tight heat.
"Gorgeous." Cas growled.
The praise and the change in angle driving his cockhead directly into Dean's prostate at the punishing pace Cas kept up soon had Dean coming untouched. His powerful climax shot through him like a bullet and left him boneless as Cas continued to use him to chase his own release.
"Fuck, Cas! That's it…fuck me. Use me." Dean murmured a litany of filth as Cas' hips stuttered in their rhythm. "So good, so fucking big." Dean relished in the oversensitivity, feeling his libido winding up again and he goaded Cas to keep going.
"That all you got, Cas?" Dean slurred and Cas growled before pulling out. "Huh?" Dean asked, bewildered by the abrupt stop but got with the program when Cas dropped him to the floor and pushed on his shoulders. Dean scrambled to all fours, raising his ass in the air to present it to the towering beast behind him. Cas immediately fell to his knees, licked a long, wet stripe over his hole then speared him on his dick roughly. He hoisted Dean up into his lap and manhandled him up and down on to his cock.
"Yessss. Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop." Dean begged, clutching for his release desperately. Cas fucked into him harder then roughly dragged his long, thick tongue up Dean's neck and it sent them both hurtling over the edge with loud groans.
Dean wasn't sure how long they lay there but he vaguely remembered Cas picking him up, lapping at his abused hole then tucking him up in bed. Being the little spoon to a giant teddy bear was possibly Dean's new favorite thing.
A shaft of light hit Dean in the face and he groaned. Who the fuck left the fucking drapes open!? He groaned again and… so did someone else. Dean's eyes shot open, then closed again because it was really fucking bright then squinted at the source of the noise.
Dark mop of hair, a broad back, very nice ass…smooth bare skin for miles…wait…
"Who the fuck are you?!" Dean yelled and jumped out of bed, the realised he was naked and grabbed the sheet to cover himself. This turned out to be a bad idea for Dean's brain function because it exposed more of the man who was now turning over to reveal a large, flaccid, cock.
"Hello, Dean." The man said, voice rough from sleep.
"Cas!?" Dean's mouth dropped open. "What? What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Dean. I should have explained last night but we were…otherwise engaged." Cas said with a smirk on his—now very human looking—lips. "I pissed off a witch and she cursed me. This by day…" he gestured down his sleek tan body. "'Beast' by night." He actually formed air quotes with his long fingers.
"Okay…uh…do you need help with that? My brother is quite a talented witch…" Dean offered.
"Oh. No, thank you. I know what the cure is. It's simply a classic True Love's Kiss." Cas shrugged. "I just haven't met anyone that fit the bill."
"So is it a Shrek type deal or a Tale as Old as Time scenario?" Dean asked, slightly hysterical and Cas just looked at him blankly.
"I don't understand either of those references."
"Right, okay, doesn't matter. Breakfast?" Dean forced a grin. He could do this. He would just flirt (and eat) his way past his own discomfort until Cas inevitably made his excuses and left.
But Cas didn't leave. He ate his bacon and eggs. He had a shower. He fucked Dean over the sofa. He had another shower and now he was eating a homemade pizza for lunch. Dean was trying to do the same but he was currently laughing too hard at a ridiculous joke Cas had told him about a goat.
It got late enough that Castiel just stayed the night again, retiring to Dean's bed early enough to make the Change while he was asleep. Dean rose in the night to go to the bathroom then just lay marveling at the beautiful creature that had dropped in his lap. In the darkness, he let himself wonder about the cure and how true the love had to be to work. With Castiel snoring gently beside him, Dean was both terrified and excited that it might not take him too long to find out.
Dean's weekend turned into Monday and he reluctantly went back to work. Even though Cas surprised him by visiting him a couple of times with a packed lunch and coffee, Dean found himself missing him. The man and the beast. If things kept going like they were he was going to have to say goodbye to one of them eventually. He wished he knew which but he couldn't lie to himself and say it mattered. The guy's personality stayed mostly the same, it was just the body that grew…and grew and happened to give him the most intense orgasms he'd ever had. Human Cas was no slouch though, those thighs still packed a punch. Sighing, Dean shoved it all in a box in his mind and told himself not to worry about it. Not yet at least.
A few weeks later, Cas was at Dean's apartment again. They'd just finished dinner when the sun setting took them both by surprise. Cas spasmed suddenly, falling into a crouch and when he stood again he had Changed. The sweats and tshirt he'd been wearing were a write off, hanging in shreds from Cas' much larger frame. Dean wasn't going to deny that this form turned him on way more than it should but he would deny that he already missed the cute scrunching of human Cas' nose when he grinned gummily.
"You okay?" Dean asked him warily and Cas huffed.
"Please believe me when I say it doesn't hurt. I was just surprised. I usually anticipate the Change and lie down first."
"Okay, okay. So what do you wanna do now? Netflix…and chill?" Dean waggled his eyebrows but stopped when Cas, not catching onto the innuendo, just tilted his head. They assumed their usual position on the sofa with Dean buried in the deep fur of Cas' naked chest. He twirled his fingers through the soft strands, occasionally discovering a nipple and tweaking it gently.
As the end credits of Fellowship rolled, Dean drifted off to sleep.
Dean woke up to Cas carding his fingers through his hair. It felt awesome so he pretended to be asleep a few minutes longer.
"I know you're awake, Dean." Cas chuckled. "You don't need to be unconscious to enjoy intimacy, you know."
Dean spluttered, his face growing warm as he prepared to deny it but Cas' rumbling laugh, his steady heartbeat and soft squeeze around his ribs stopped him. He looked up sheepishly to see Cas gazing down at him with a terrifying fondness and found it hard to look away. It was definitely too soon for whatever this was but the heart wants what the heart wants, after all.
Dean leaned up and gave Cas a soft kiss on the tip of his fluffy nose, grinned at the sweetly bashful expression it created then pressed his lips to Cas', and immediately introduced his tongue.
Without breaking the kiss, Dean straddled his thick waist and ground down on his rapidly hardening cock. A surge of vertigo made Dean open his eyes to find a fully human Cas staring back at him.
"Huh? It's only…" Dean glanced at the TV. "...midnight."
Cas didn't answer, just kissed him again, deeper than before.
"I knew it." Cas murmured as he pressed a kiss to Dean's cheekbone. "The moment I saw you…" another kiss to his temple "...under that streetlamp." To his forehead. "I knew I'd love you."
"I…" Dean started. "What I mean is…" he tried again but Castiel shushed him gently.
"It's okay, Dean. You don't have to say anything. Just be with me."
"Yeah, okay, I can do that." Dean agreed and dove in for more kissing. He resumed pressing down into Cas' lap and grinned when he felt it was just as big as it was before the curse broke.
"What are you smiling about?" Cas asked between gasps as Dean dragged his ass over him.
"Just pleasantly surprised that your monster cock is still around."
Cas froze.
"Cas? What's wrong?" Dean asked urgently but Cas just looked up at him, studying his face carefully.
"It's always been like that. I've always been like this." Cas stressed as he gestured to himself. Dean opened his mouth to ask what the hell he was on about but Cas continued. "I told you already, Dean!"
Dean tried to remember a conversation that even remotely resembled this one and drew a blank, shaking his head and Cas huffed.
"It was after our first proper date. In the Roadhouse? We were in bed and-"
"Lemme stop you there." Dean waved a hand at him. "Were you naked when you told me this?"
"Well, you'd just fucked me into the mattress so yes." Cas replied, like the sassy asshole he was.
"Well, then obviously I wasn't listening, Cas! That's on you!"
Cas huffed again, but definitely more fondly this time.
"Okay, fair…ish. Anyway turning into a beast wasn't the curse, the schedule was. The spell just locked me into night and day. Now I can Change whenever I like."
He looked thoughtful for a minute. "Is that okay? I thought you liked big hairy me." He asked, face carefully blank.
Dean's brain finally rebooted and he grinned madly. "Damn, Cas! Of course, it's okay! I love both sides of you! I mean…yeah. I do." He dropped a kiss on Cas' nose. "I was sad when I thought I'd never get to see that part of you again but you're saying you can be this and that? Whenever you want? Fucking jackpot, man!"
And so, Dean's questionable proclivities directed him to his soulmate and they lived happily ever after.