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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      Wing_Kink, Drabble_Collection, Dom/sub_Undertones, Language_Kink, Dubious
      Consent, Demon_Dean_Winchester, Submissive/Bottom_Castiel, Bottom
      Castiel, Underage_Sex, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Size_Kink, First
      Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Mating, Knotting,
      Rimming, Frottage, 69_(Sex_Position), Outdoor_Sex, Catboys_&_Catgirls,
      Catboy_Dean
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-28 Updated: 2013-06-11 Chapters: 13/? Words: 10860
****** Drabble Collective ******
by bellacatbee
Summary
     A collection of Dean/Castiel drabbles and short stories.
***** Wing Kink *****
In moments like these Castiel is completely open to him. He spreads his legs,
allowing Dean inside him and he sheds every inch of his buttoned down, boring
suit, tie and coat to ride unbridled in Dean’s lap. The moment he enjoys the
most however, is when Castiel can no longer restrain himself, when he is too
far gone with passion to keep any semblance of composure and his wings appear,
translucent at first, shimmering in to being.
They are dark and inky black and Dean loves how Castiel is nothing like the
angels in paintings. Castiel’s wings are not white as driven snow. They are the
wings of one who has been to battle, they are burned from Hell as much as
Dean’s soul is and he buries his hands in their softness, fingers tracing over
long healed scars. Castiel writhes above him, crying out for Dean, for more of
him and Dean knows that his wings are the most sensitive part of Castiel.
He’s fucked Castiel for hours, different positions, flipping the angel over and
pounding him until Castiel is gasping for it but his cock stays hard, he never
tires and he doesn’t come until Dean lets him, but the first time he touched
Castiel’s wings the angel quivered and came undone.
He’d lain there, trembling all over as Dean worked him up again and then bought
him over the edge with soft, light strokes to his wings. He had pulled the
first ever scream from Castiel’s mouth that night, made the angel beg for the
first time and Dean remembered that power and the look of Castiel’s lust blow
eyes and from that time on he always wanted to see Castiel’s wings.
“Come on, baby,” he groans, grabbing a handful of Castiel’s feathers and
tugging. He knows Castiel likes it rough. Castiel’s eyes fall shut and he
keens, unearthly and deeply satisfying for Dean to hear. He’s so tight around
Dean’s cock now, gripping him like a vice and when Castiel comes the light bulb
over head of them explodes. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world. Dean
lasts another few seconds in that tight heat and then he’s coming too,
clutching at Castile’s wings as the angel sobs and jerks in his lap, every
after shock made ten times stronger.
***** Lost in Translation *****
Dean knows when he’s really got Castiel going because he doesn’t understand a
word Castiel says. The angel babbles away a string of the first words, the
oldest words and Dean doesn’t know what Castiel is saying to him but he doesn’t
need to know to understand Castiel. Every time he hears Castiel speak Enochian
now it makes him hard. That isn’t so good if they’re facing down a whole
garrison of other angels or fighting a demon but when it’s just him and Castiel
alone then Dean indulges himself.
Castiel arches under him, completely undone by Dean’s fingers inside him, and
Dean is getting so hard from the gasps and the whispered words. He doesn’t know
if this is Castiel’s idea of dirty talk or if Dean just fucks him so well that
Castiel can’t remember English anymore. He doesn’t care. He just wants to wring
more of it out of Castiel, wants to hear him crying out. Castiel bucks his hips
up again and Dean pulls his fingers out.
When Castiel whimpers in Enochian, begs him in it, Dean gets a burn at the base
of his spine that he’s come to associate with Castiel, and sex, and need. He
wonders if it’s a spell, if Castiel is trying to bind them, if angels have
beloveds and mates. He gets off on the idea of Castiel begging him to be fucked
in Enochian, in that archaic and beautiful tongue, gets off on the idea that
Castiel is telling him with every word that he’s in love with him.
“Fuck, Cas,” he mutters, lining the head of his cock up against Cas’s hole and
Cas gasps out another something and Dean decides he means ‘now’ and ‘want’ and
‘I love you’ because that’s what he wants it to mean.
***** Love and Fear *****
Dean always had to be careful with his toys growing up. If they were broken
then he didn’t get another one. He wasn’t allowed. There aren’t rules like that
anymore. In Hell Dean can have as many toys to play with as he wants – souls
that he stretches out on the rack and tortures till their cries aren’t even
human any more, other demons like himself who enjoy the way he breaks them
–slowly, sadistically – because they enjoy pain and they enjoy seeing his soul
being tarnished a little more.
Dean used to think he feared Hell. Now it’s a playground for him to indulge.
 
Castiel is the first angel he tortures for pleasure rather than information.
He has Castiel tied on his front and his big, black wings spread wide. They are
beautiful and Dean wonders what he should do with them. Normally he cuts them
off or breaks them at the bone. That’s been enough in the past to get him what
he’s needed but Castiel isn’t for that. Dean doesn’t want to reduce him to
nothing. He wants to keep Castiel forever chained to him. He picked this angel
from their spoils of war and he will have Castiel submit to him. He wants
Castiel to love him and he wants him to fear him.
He runs his fingers through the angel’s wings, marvelling at how soft they are.
The feathers are light, cooler than he would have thought. The top feathers,
the ones which Castiel uses for gliding and balance in the air are hardened
from his days in hell, burned and battered but the downy feathers underneath,
hidden from normal view are still as soft as Dean imagines they were when
Castiel was called into being. As he buries his fingers in Castiel’s feathers
the angel beneath him whimpers and for a moment Dean thinks he’s hurting him,
which he doesn’t mind, but the rock and cant of Castiel’s body as he tries to
pull away from those exploring fingers tell Dean much more than pain is
happening here.
Angels hide their wings if they can help it. Wings are precious. Dean had
stumbled onto the fact that they were also highly sensitive but he hadn’t
realised that meant that an angel could draw pleasure from having them touched.
“Anyone in Heaven ever touched you like this?” he asked and Castiel shook his
head -a silent no.
Dean couldn’t help grinning. “And now no one else is but me is ever going to
touch you,” he said, confident. He reached for a likely looking set of pliers –
part of his instruments of torture and pulled out the first of Castiel’s flight
feathers.
The angel's screams shook the walls.
It was pitiful, pulling them out and soon there were black feathers littering
the floor at their feet but Dean needed to keep his angel grounded. Sam had
snipped the wings of his captive but Dean knew the only way to really keep
Castiel was to remove them all together. And once he’d done that he was left
with those soft, feathery under-wings. Castiel was trembling all over now and
Dean wanted to reward his pretty prize.
He slid his fingers back into Castiel’s wings, rubbing along the length of them
and slowly the sobs of pain turned into something better, something lower and
more lust filled and Dean’s sin grew as he caused an angel to lust, to crave
his touch above all else. He buried his fingers in the soft down and tugged.
Castiel’s back arched, his eyes grew wide and Dean growled softly knowing that
bedding the angel would be better still then this. He wanted all the
preparations done first, want Castiel to be controlled and in awe of him when
that finally happened and today had been the first step in that.
He had grounded the angel and Castiel hadn’t even put up a fight. He’d just
lain there and taken it, like he was taking Dean’s molestation of his wings
now.
“Come on, Cas,” he murmured. “You’ve been a good boy today. I’m going to let
you come.”
And Castiel shuddered under him, coming apart under Dean’s careful hands.
“Thank you,” he gasped as Dean untied him from the rack. Dean grasped his chin
and turned Castiel’s head so he could kiss him and Castiel sagged into his
arms, wings fluttering uselessly in the dead air. Dean didn’t know why the
angel gave into him the way he did but he didn’t care.
He was going to make Castiel see that Dean was his everything, that he was
worthy of serving until Castiel forgot about Heaven. Until Dean became his own
personal God.
***** Physical Education *****
Chapter Summary
     AU - Teacher!Dean, 16 year old Cas.
     [Part 1 of 2]
Dean comes to the school as a temp. It’s not his first job but he’s still a
young teacher, still building up his connections. This job is cushy. He’s
teaching at a private school, the children of the rich and elite. Spoiled
little daddy’s boys and girls, right little brats but the money is good. He’s
flirts with a few of the older girls, keeps in mind that if they’re legal he’s
gone in three months and then if he dates them, sleeps with them after that,
it’s not going to cause a problem.
Only then there comes Castiel Novak and he really is a problem. He’s a boy,
he’s underage - 16 - and he’s provocative in a way no-one else has ever been.
Dean spends more time then he should helping Cas with his stretches, bending
him over and seeing just how flexible he really is. He has his hands all over
Castiel while Castiel is fully clothed, while he maintains an air of complete
professionalism and no one else is close enough to hear Castiel’s little moans.
It’s supposed to only be three months but at the end of three months Dean
hasn’t even scratched the surface with Castiel. He’s kissed him, held him,
touched him but Castiel is still a virgin. Three months was never enough to
completely win over a boy like him. Castiel doesn’t just want to seduce his
P.E. Teacher. He doesn’t want his first time to be a fling. He wants a
relationship. So when Dean’s offered a contract, a permanent place on the
staff, he signs before he really thinks about what he’s doing. All he knows is
he can’t leave Castiel.
Not yet, maybe not ever.
***** An Education *****
“You’re a fucking tease,” Dean growls out. He’s losing his mind over this boy.
He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants Castiel who looks at him so demure
from under his eyelashes. Three months of chasing, of never quite catching
because Castiel always slipped away at the last minute. Three months of chaste
touches and stolen kisses in the supply cupboard and all the time wanting more.
Three months that have led him here, to signing a contract with the school just
so he can stay close to Castiel.
Castiel who continues to look at him innocent as if he wasn’t alone in Dean’s
bedroom with him, as if he hadn’t come all the way from the boys dormitory with
the express purpose of finally, finally, letting Dean fuck him. Castiel is
wearing only his pyjamas, loose bottoms and an over-sized shirt. His feet are
bare. There is still the space of the bedroom between them. Dean wants Castiel
to be sure about this, to know what he’s done to Dean. If he really has been
playing, learning to turn his sensuality to his advantage, then Dean won’t hold
him to the promises he made. He doesn’t think Castiel is that sort of boy
though.
Castiel looks up at him, his blue eyes wide, and then there’s the hint of a
smile on his face. “It’s only teasing, I believe, if you don’t plan on seeing
it through,” he said. Castiel takes the first step but Dean meets him halfway,
scooping him up in his arms and laying him down on the bed.
“And you plan to see it though, Cas?”
Castiel smiles again. “I’m what they call a sure thing, Dean.”
It thrills him more than it should, Castiel saying his name, saying Dean and
not Mr Winchester. He does want Cas to call him Mr Winchester sometimes, just
like he wants to pull Cas over his knee and spank him for being such a wretched
little tease and somewhere along the line Castiel became Cas and Dean isn’t
sure when that happened but it was probably around the time that having Castiel
became his goal. Not just sex with Castiel. He wants that but he also wants to
own Castiel, to make Castiel his so completely that Castiel won’t go looking
for anyone else.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Castiel’s pyjama bottoms and tugs
them down, letting out a little sigh when he sees how hard Cas’s little cock is
for him. Cas must have been hard this whole time, the whole walk from the
dormitory, dripping wet with anticipation. Dean takes his time to one finger
over the length of Castiel’s swollen cock, from base to tip, and Castiel
groans, gripping at the sheets, arching in to his touch.
“Are you a virgin, Cas?” Dean asks. Castiel had told him he was, once, but
Dean’s not stupid and Castiel sleeps in an all-boys dormitory. If the other
boys didn’t clock that Castiel was a stunner, a perfect, ripe for the plucking
little slut, then there really was no hope for them. He watches Castiel’s face
and he won’t be angry with him if Castiel’s been lying. He will spank him
though. Not now, not when Cas might get the wrong idea but later and he’ll get
Cas to tell him about what he did, tell him about all the cocks he’s sucked and
all the cocks he’s taken and then he’ll get Cas to promise that his is the
best.
Dean’s almost so far into fantasy that he nearly misses the tiny nod of
Castiel’s head. Castiel licks his lips, swallows and then nods his head again,
the action more deliberate this time. “Yes,” he says quietly, reaching out with
one hand to try and grab hold of Dean. “Don’t stop, please.”
“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart,” Dean says, edging his way up the bed so he
can kiss Castiel. Cas’s arms slide round his neck, holding Dean close to him
and for a moment all they do is kiss. Then Dean remembers Cas’s pretty little
cock and he wraps his hand around it, stroking slow and deliberate and leaving
Castiel shaking under him. If Cas really is a virgin, and Dean doesn’t doubt
him, then he’s not gonna have the stamina to hold it together for what Dean
wants from him, not if he’s already been hard for so long.
With one hand Dean strokes Cas’s cock, finding a rhythm that has the boy
bucking into his hand and with the other his hikes up Cas’s shirt, biting and
sucking at his skin, toying with his nipples, leaving red shinny marks all over
that pale untouched expanse. Castiel comes with a cry, head falling back
against the pillows, eyes closed. Dean wipes his hand clean and waits.
Finally Castiel opens his eyes, frowning. “You were supposed to fuck me,” he
says and Dean can’t help his grin. Castiel is needy and demanding Dean likes to
know he’s wanted.
“Yeah, but you were gonna pop before I got my cock in you,” he says, rolling
Castiel over on to his front so he can see the boy’s ass. “Spread your legs,”
he says, tapping the inside of Castiel’s thigh and Cas spreads his legs wide,
letting Dean get a good look at his virgin hole. It’s pink and tiny. Dean’s
positive now that nothing’s ever been inside Cas but when he’s done with the
boy then Cas’s hole is gonna gape. “I’m still gonna fuck you, Cas. I’m still
gonna make you come with my cock in you. Don’t you worry about that.”
Castiel is quiet now, his body tensed in anticipation. Dean fishes in his
bedside draw, pulling out a tube of lubricant and he uncaps it, pouring it
between Castiel’s cheeks, enjoying the way the boy wiggles and squirms to get
away from the cold gel. He coats his fingers and then sets the tube aside. He’s
going to use the whole thing getting into Cas. He knows it. But this is Cas’s
first time and Dean wants to make it easy on him.
Cas is still, waiting for him, used to the feeling of the lubricant when Dean
rubs the tip of one finger over his hole. He rubs until he feels the give and
then he slides his finger into Cas, all the way in, listening with pleasure to
Cas’s startled intake of breath. He holds his finger there, letting Cas get
used to the intrusion, letting him move on it till he’s confident Cas likes it
and then he pushes in a second. Cas is a little slower this time, a little more
sluggish to push back on him, takes longer to accept and when Dean forces in a
third finger he lies still, clutching at the sheets, drawing in long, deep
breaths.
“It’s big,” he says.
“My cocks bigger,” Dean says, worried that Cas isn’t going to be able to take
him. Not tonight. Not for a while. “It’s okay, Cas. It doesn’t have to be
tonight. I can wait.” Dean knows that, disappointing as it will be not to fuck
Cas straight away, he’ll enjoy training him, stretching him, working him up
till he can take three of Dean’s fingers easy. He’ll buy Cas toys – dildos to
get him used to being fucked, plugs to keep him stretched and open. Cas will
still be tight when Dean fucks him but his hole won’t be the tiny virgin
pinprick it is now.
“No,” Cas says, pushing himself up on to his knees, Dean’s fingers sliding
deeper into him, the cant of his body drawing them in. “I want you.”
Castiel doesn’t know his limits. This is his first time after all but if he
really has his heart set on taking Dean’s cock then Dean won’t argue with him.
He’ll stop if Cas wants him to stop but he’ll go as far as Cas needs him to.
His cock throbs as he imagines burying it in the tight heat of Cas’s ass and
Dean grabs the tube of lubricant, pouring more on to his fingers where they’re
jammed into the vice like grip of Cas’s hole. He thrusts his fingers, slow at
first and when Castiel starts to respond with little moans of pleasure, faster.
He fucks a forth finger into Castiel, spreading him wide and listens to Castiel
whimper. The noises Castiel makes are so good that Dean could come just from
listening to him. He lets Castiel rest a few seconds on his splayed fingers,
wiling Castiel to understand that that’s how wide he’s gone to feel when Dean’s
cock is in him, before he moves his fingers again, earnestly seeking for Cas’s
prostate to show him there’s a reward for all this stretching and fucking. He
knows he’s hit it when Castiel gasps and clenches down on him. Cas’s own cock
his half-hard and Dean wonders if Castiel isn’t getting off on the mix of pain
and pleasure. He hopes Cas is. There are so many things he wants to show him
that will blur that line for Cas even more.
He pulls his fingers out, satisfied when they came with a wet, slick ‘pop’. He
watches Castiel’s hole, clenching and unclenching, glistening with lube,
practically begging for his cock to come and fill it up.
“Please,” Cas moans. “Please, I want you.”
Dean finds the tube, struggling out of his own clothes, and pours the rest of
the lubricant over his own swollen, straining cock. He kneels behind Castiel,
gripping the boy’s hip with one hand, with the other he uses his thumb and
forefinger to spread Castiel’s hole open as he presses forward, the head of his
cock sliding into Cas. He is expecting Cas to tighten up, to resist him but Cas
doesn’t tense. It isn’t easy though, even with Cas keeping himself relaxed.
“Good boy,” Dean murmurs, stroking over Cas’s back, resisting the urge to
thrust in in one go. Slowly, steadily, he presses forward till his cock is
buried deep in Cas’s greedy, tight hole. “Is that too much, Cas?” He asks,
wanting to fuck the boy, wanting to mark Cas up inside and leave him split open
on his cock but only if Cas wants it too. He can see the rim of Cas’s hole,
white and stretched so wide. It does things to Dean, seeing Cas spread so wide
and on his cock but he isn’t stupid. He knows it has to hurt.
“Like it,” Cas mumbles, his voice soft and strained. “Feels so full, Dean.”
“Slut,” Dean says, but it is affectionate. He doesn’t know what he’s done to
deserve Cas but it must have been something amazing because the boy just takes
him, gasping as Dean begins to move, rolling his hips back for more of Dean’s
cock. Dean reaches round, between Castiel’s legs, surprised to find the boy
still half-hard. Cas really is a little slut for pain. He works his hand up and
down the length of Cas’s cock, slow and in time with his own rhythm. He can’t
fuck Cas hard, not yet, not now. Slow, long strokes that take him as deep as he
can get and then out again, that is what he could do now and Dean loses himself
in fucking Castiel.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “You like that, don’t you Cas? You like get stretched
out on my cock, don’t you? No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this, baby.
No one else is ever gonna be this big.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” Cas gasps, turning his head so Dean could see his
face. “I just want you.”
That’s what pushes Dean over the edge.
He comes suddenly, bucking into Cas and hitting his prostate. Castiel cries
out, collapsing forward into the bed, his cock jerking and jumping in Dean’s
hand, Castiel coming for the second time that night. Dean groans, Cas’s hole
clamped like a vice around him and, for one long moment, he doesn’t move,
letting Castiel relax around him before he tries to pull out. The rim of Cas’s
hole is red and puffy, swollen from where he’d stretched it and Dean knows Cas
was going to feel that in the morning, feel it all the way through class.
He rolls on to his side, next to Cas and looks at the teenager. Castiel’s
cheeks are red, his bottom lip swollen from biting, his eyes bright and alive.
He looks gloriously fucked out.
“That was even better than I imagined it would be,” he says.
Dean chuckles softly, reaching across to take hold of Castiel’s hand. He brings
it to his lips, kissing it. “I don’t want anyone else either, Cas,” he says.
“Just you.”
***** Give Me Love Like Never Before *****
Chapter Summary
     First time sex. Canon based.
“I don’t know what to do.”
The words are plaintive. Castiel lies spread out beneath him, hands clenching
and unclenching, yearning to touch Dean but not knowing if he’s allowed. That’s
Dean’s fault. He’s spent so much time telling Castiel about personal space,
about what’s acceptable and unacceptable that even now, when he’s about to fuck
Castiel, Castiel doesn’t know where the line is.
Dean takes hold of one of his hands, brings it to his mouth, kissing Castiel’s
wrist, kissing his palm and his fingers. “I know,” he says.
“I’ve never….” Castiel says, his breath hitching and Dean cock jerks because he
knows Castiel is a virgin but every time he’s reminded of it he’s just that
little bit more turned on.
“I know, Cas,” he says again. “Just lie back and let me take care of you, baby.
Tell me when it feels good.” He pauses for a moment, swallowing down the little
bubble of fear that rises in him. “Tell me if you don’t like it.” He hopes that
that will never be the case.
Castiel nods, smiling and reassured. Dean kisses his hand again then sets it
down, nudging Castiel’s legs apart so he can lie between them. He’s so hard
it’s almost painful and he knows that Castiel will be gloriously tight around
his cock but he reaches down and takes his cock in hand, pinches hard round the
base because he’d not going to rush this.
He slicks up his fingers, reminds Castiel again to keep his legs spread. He
rubs the pad of one finger over Castiel’s hole, murmuring how pretty Cas is,
how good he looks like this. Castiel opens up to him slowly and Dean slides a
finger inside, eyes flicking up to look at Castiel’s face. Castiel’s eyes are
closed, his mouth open as he gasps for breath. He doesn’t look like he’s in
pain but Dean still asks.
“You good?”
“Yes,” Castiel gasps. “Yes, Dean.”
Dean feeds him another finger and then another. He keeps his eyes on Castiel’s
face but there’s no flicker of pain there. Castiel grinds down on his fingers,
the reaction instinctive, not learned and Dean gets lost, pumping his fingers
into Castiel and watching his reaction, watching the waves of pleasure that
roll across his face.
“I like this,” Castiel says, his voice rough.
“It gets better,” Dean promises. Castiel clenches tight around his fingers, his
eyes opening wide and he licks his lips. He looks nervous. Dean moves to kiss
him, wanting Castiel to know that he’ll never hurt him. “You trust me right,
don’t you?” he asks and gets a nod of Castiel’s head in agreement. “I know you
can take it, baby. I know you’ll like it but if you want me to stop, just tell
me.”
Dean slips his fingers free, taking a moment to enjoy the view of how stretched
and red Castiel’s hole is. He moves, laying on top of Castiel, guiding him till
Castiel’s legs are draped over his hips. He presses the head of his cock to
Castiel’s pretty wet pink hole and slowly, carefully, pushes inside. Castiel
throws his head back, lost in rapture and Dean keeps moving, keeps going till
his cock is sheathed completely. Castiel is so tight around him, gorgeous and
so warm. Dean wants to come, wants to fall apart then and there but he won’t.
He’s not going to have Castiel’s first time spoiled because Dean can’t hold
himself back.
“You okay?” he asks.
Castiel is past words now. He doesn’t speak. He nods, moaning to let Dean know
how much he wants it and jabs his foot into the small of Dean’s back, pressing
him forwards. Dean doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts to move in earnest,
rutting into Castiel, little desperate thrusts because he doesn’t want to pull
out, doesn’t want to leave the warmth of Castiel’s body.
Castiel reaches for him, no longer uncertain or unsure, knowing he can touch
Dean and he presses their mouths together, swallows their moans. They move
together, rocking into each other. Dean’s always been a gentle lover. He’s
always cared about his partner, always wanted them to enjoy everything as much
as him, but with Castiel this desire is different again. With Castiel the act
isn’t just sex, it’s making love and Dean can’t leave Castiel behind in that.
When Castiel comes, he shakes, everything too intense, magnified to the point
where the pleasure it almost too much. Castiel grips on to his arm, sobs as he
comes and he drags Dean over the edge with him. He wants to bury himself in
Castiel, wants to stay in his warmth until his cock is soft and he’s spent but
Castiel is gasping, everything overwhelming him and Dean pulls out, rolls on to
his side and kisses Castiel’s shoulder, runs his hand over Castiel’s stomach
and feels the muscles still tensing there.
There are tears on Castiel’s cheeks and Dean wipes them away, worries he’s done
something wrong but Castiel is smiling even so.
“I felt everything,” he says, his voice soft and filled with wonder.
He doesn’t know how to process the feelings, Dean realizes, Castiel was never
meant to feel the things that Dean’s shown him. Castiel is still trembling so
Dean pulls him close, runs his hand up and down Castiel’s back, tries to sooth
him and let Castiel cry because they’re tears of happiness, tears at the sheer
beauty of emotion and sensation, tears of pleasure. He cuddles close to Castiel
and doesn’t let him go and slowly Castiel calms down, comes off his euphoric
high and slips into something more comfortable, nuzzles into Dean’s neck and is
contented.
Dean doesn’t let him go, doesn’t push him away and get out of the bed, doesn’t
walk away like he’s done so many times before in some many different beds with
so many different people. He keeps holding him, falls asleep cuddling Castiel
close to him because they both need that. This isn’t some hook-up. This isn’t
something to be forgotten in the morning.
This is love.
***** In Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel goes into heat and asks Dean to be his mate.
Dean knows from the moment Cas gets there that something’s wrong.
Castiel’s eyes are glazed, his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting like he just
ran a marathon.
“We need wards,” he gasps before he collapses into Dean’s arms. “I’m being
chased….my brothers…”
Dean doesn’t know what kind of mojo they whammed him with but Castiel is
shaking pretty bad. He gets him down on to one of the cheap motel beds while
Sam puts up the signals. Castiel is burning up, feverish almost. He grips at
Dean, whimpering when he tries to pull away.
“Come on, Cas, we gotta get you out of these clothes,” Dean mumbles because
it’s been a long time since he had to take care of anyone with a fever but he
remembers a few things. “What happened? Did they hit you with something? Some
kind of spell? Come on, tell me how to fix this, Cas.”
Castiel squirms under him, twisting and turning away from him till Dean has to
sit on him, pinning him down to the bed while he unbuttons Castiel’s shirt. His
skin is slicked with sweat.
“What’s wrong?” Dean growls. He isn’t going to lose Castiel to some infection.
He’ll find a way to make it better. Spells have counter spells. There are
antidotes, ways to break them.
“It’s my heat,” Castiel whines, his hips arching off the bed and Dean swallows
because now he can feel Cas’s hard cock rubbing against him through the denim
of his jeans. He abandons undressing Cas for the moment. “All angels go into
heat.”
“Right,” Dean says, laughing to cover how uncomfortable he is now, straddling
Castiel. “So we need to go out and get you laid, right? Get you a pretty girl?”
“No,” Castiel moans, shaking his head. “I need….” He opens his eyes, looking at
Dean like he’s scared of what he’s about to say. “I need to be mated.”
“Oh. Right,” Dean can guess what that means. He remembers something then,
something Cas had said when he arrived. “Fuck, you mean your brothers are
chasing you because they want to….?” He trails off because the thought is too
disgusting to contemplate.
Castiel nods miserably. “Yes. It’s natural.”
Dean shakes his head. “Nothing natural about that, Cas,” he says with feeling.
He knows that if Castiel had a choice then he wouldn’t choose to be mated to
one of his brothers. He wouldn’t choose to be their target.
He glances up at Sam then. “We’re gonna keep you safe, Cas,” he promises. “Sam
and me. No one’s going to touch you.”
Castiel’s fingers grip his wrist tight, holding Dean in place. “I came here,”
Castiel says, with a clarity Dean knows he’s working hard to keep. “because I
wanted you to mate me.”
“Me?” Dean says, wishing that Sam would find something else to do than just
stand there and gawp at them. “I’m not an angel, Cas.”
“I don’t care,” Castiel hisses. “I want you.”
“Sam,” Dean says but the door is already banging shut. He stares down at
Castiel who suddenly isn’t naked enough for Dean’s tastes. Dean knows he’s been
waiting for a moment, for things to be right between them because he and Cas
have been heading to this point for a while but he hadn’t expected anything
like Castiel going into heat.
Castiel chose this though, he chose Dean and Dean’s going to fuck him so good
that everyone and everything knows he’s Castiel’s mate.
Stripping Cas is easy now. Dean thought he was surgically attached to his
trenchcoat but it comes off so easy. Castiel spreads his legs, tugging Dean
down between them and Dean hardly even has time to unzip his jeans. He’s been
half-hard since Castiel said he was on heat, desperately hoping that Castiel
might need him to stop the ache.
Castiel is wet already, leaking with the stuff and Dean guesses this must be
part of his heat. He slicks himself up with the stuff, stroking his cock till
he’s so hard it hurts and Castiel keeps whimpering, making these pretty little
sounds that drive Dean mad for him. He slides in with one thrust, balls
slapping against Castiel’s ass and Castiel cries out in pleasure.
Dean gips his hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and fucks into him, the pace
brutal. He knows this is Castiel’s first time, knows he should be gentle but
gentle is for later when Castiel isn’t writhing around on his cock like
something made for sin, not salvation.
He hopes desperately that this works, that Castiel’s brothers get it into their
thick heads that Castiel is his because otherwise Dean’s going to have to brush
up on his angel sword skills and cut the bastards down. He’s not going to let
them touch Castiel. He’s never going to let them hurt him.
He fucks into Castiel as hard as he can, determined to come good and deep in
the angel, mark him up on the inside as well as out. Already there are red
marks in Castiel’s hips, shaped like finger prints from where Dean’s gripped
him tight. He bends his head, nipping at Castiel’s exposed throat, leaving his
mark there as well. He wants it obvious to everyone that Castiel belongs to him
now. He wants those angels to look at Castiel and see that he is Dean’s.
Castiel’s hands rake up and down his back, Castiel’s nails scratching into his
skin and Dean wonders if he’s gripping for wings that aren’t there. Castiel is
leaving his mark on him too and Dean wants that. He craves that because he’s
going to be Castiel’s mate after this.
“How long does mating last?” he groans, forcing his hips forward, snapping into
Castiel’s body. It could be a onetime thing, lasting the length of Castiel’s
heat.
Castiel looks up at him, so beautiful Dean’s heart aches in his chest.
“Forever,” he says, reaching for Dean’s hand, entwining their fingers together.
“It lasts forever.”
Dean swallows, the magnitude of what they’re doing hitting him for the first
time. In the eyes of all those angels, they’re going to be something precious.
This is like marriage but without the paperwork and the priest. Every thrust of
his hips is another line of their wedding vows. He keeps going, keeps pounding
into Cas and he seals the sacrament with a kiss.
Castiel comes apart underneath him, shaking and gasping. Dean clutches at his
hand, holds him tight through it and kept moving his hips, little rolls of
them, little bucks, slower now, gentler. He comes buried deep in Castiel’s body
and collapses down on top of him.
Dean gets to lie there for a moment, breathing in Cas’s scent, listening to
hammering of his own heart and enjoying the fact that this is real before
Castiel is moving, wiggling and squirming under him.
“I want more,” he says. “I want to do it again.”
**
Dean figures four times in one night is good by anyone’s standards, even if by
that last time he was just lying there, completely fucked out and Castiel was
riding his cock like a pro. He wakes up to Castiel curled into him, smiling in
his sleep. Dean’s so glad that Sam took off and got himself his own room. Dean
doesn’t want to think about what position they might have been in when he came
back. He stretches, feels the rumbling of his stomach and decides to take
Castiel and go grab breakfast before they come back to the motel to fuck their
brains out some more.
**
Castiel studies the menu as if it’s the word of God but Dean already knows what
he’s having. He saw it on the specials board when they came in. He waits for
someone to come over and take their order but when a shadow falls across their
table it isn’t their waitress but some guy in a suit.
Dean already knows he’s another angel. His hand goes out instinctively, under
the table, gripping Castiel’s in his own.
“What do you want?” he growls.
The angel looks across at Castiel, something like realisation sweeping over his
face. “I heard Castiel had gone into heat but I see that he already has a mate.
I’m sorry to bother you.”
Just like that, the angel is gone. Dean’s used to angels popping in and out but
he glances around, making sure no one else noticed the man who was there one
moment and gone the next. As it happens, no one’s looking in their direction.
“I think I’ll try the pancakes,” Castiel says. “You can have my bacon.”
***** Don't Tell *****
Chapter Summary
     Military School AU. Dean and Castiel are both 18.
Dean Winchester is dangerous.
All the cadets whisper about him behind his back. There are so many rumours
about Dean, about why he was sent to military school, that Castiel doesn’t know
the truth from the lies. Some people say he was a thief, others that he was in
a gang. There’s one story that says he cut a guy’s face because the guy was
hassling his brother. The one recurring theme seems to be that Dean is a bad
seed and they should keep away from him.
Castiel tries to do just that.
He knows why he’s at military school. This is an honour. All of his family have
served their country. His father did and his brothers before him. They
graduated top of their class and Castiel means to follow them.
He won’t be top of their class though if Dean Winchester can’t keep his
distance.
“Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” might have been repealed but attitudes take longer to
change. He and Dean have to meet in secret. The showers are as good a place as
any for a clandestine affair. They can wash away all the traces once they’re
done.
Castiel waits naked for Dean. He knows Dean likes him that way. Castiel only
keeps his dog tags on. Sometimes Dean knots his fingers into the chain and
pulls, dragging Castiel to him and Castiel likes the feeling of that too much
to give up.
He hears footsteps behind him and then Dean’s hands are on him, encircling him.
Castiel lets out the shaky breath he’s been holding, worried that for once Dean
wasn’t coming or that someone else had found him.
“Dean,” he murmurs.
Dean’s hands brush up and down his sides, warm over Castiel’s cold skin.
“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, dropping a kiss to Castiel’s shoulder, and
Castiel nods eagerly. Dean asks each time, in case Castiel has changed his
mind, but nothing makes Castiel feel as alive as these stolen moments.
Dean bends him over, fucks Castiel roughly from behind while Castiel’s hands
are braced on his locker and his dog tags bounce and jiggle with each thrust.
It’s animal what the two of them have. They can’t stop or keep away. Castiel’s
body burns but the pain makes it better. Tomorrow, Castiel will feel the
stretch and dull throb of his hole. He’ll sit in class and squirm, almost
satisfied with the memory but craving Dean again.
He comes, biting down on his lip as he splatters on the floor and Dean laughs,
picking up his pace, pounding into him so hard that Castiel fancies he’ll be
left bruised. He’d like that. He’d like to have more of Dean than stolen
moments and memories.
When Dean comes, he holds Castiel tight against him, locking them together
while his cock softens inside Castiel. Castiel whines until Dean kisses him and
that’s all Castiel really wants.
Dean has to pull out eventually and together they stumble to the showers.
Dean’s surprisingly gentle, washing Castiel all over, making sure he’s clean
inside and out. Castiel can never decide if he likes the sex or the aftercare
more.
Maybe, he thinks, it’s just Dean he likes.
***** The Knot *****
Chapter Summary
     Knotting fic
Castiel is so tight. This isn’t the first time Dean’s fucked him, but he’s
always stopped short of knotting him before. He’s frightened about hurting
Castiel. It takes a lot of coaxing and four of his fingers to open Cas wide
enough to take him as it is. Dean’s always pulled out and come over Castiel’s
back when he feels the knot starting to build at the base of his cock. If
things go wrong, he’s going to be knotted inside Castiel, unable to pull out
until the swell of his knot goes down. If he hurt Castiel during that, Dean
knows he’d never forgive himself.
This time is different though. This time Castiel’s begged him not to pull out.
He’s begged Dean to mate him up properly and Dean can’t refuse Castiel when he
begs. He’s begging now, his voice strained, crying out for Dean to fuck him
harder. Dean digs his fingers into Castiel’s hips, dragging him back towards
him, pounding into the tight heat of Castiel’s ass.
“I got you, baby, I got you,” he promises. He can feel his orgasm building, can
feel the knot starting to swell at the base of his cock. He keeps thrusting,
keeps going, feeling his knot catch against the rim of Castiel’s hole and in a
moment he’s going to be tied to Castiel, buried deep inside him. He listens to
the noises Castiel’s making, wanting to be sure that he still wants it because
there’s only a short window of time before he won’t be able to stop.
“Cas?” he gasps, needing Castiel to say it.
“Knot me!” Castiel sobs, burying his head in his pillow, muffling his cries.
He’s down on his knees, ass up in the air, presenting himself to Dean and Dean
can’t hold back now. He howls as he comes, knot swollen, stretching Castiel’s
hole obscenely where it plugs him. Dean’s coming, spurting hot and deep inside
Castiel and no drop is going to escape.
Dean wraps his arms around Castiel, feelings the shakes running though his
body. He knows this is all new to Cas, knows even if he’s imagined it, got off
on wanting it, the actual size of Dean’s knot and the actual feel of how far it
spreads him wouldn’t be anything Castiel could have prepared for.
Dean presses a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re doing so good, Cas, you’re such a
good boy,” he murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down over Castiel’s hip. Slowly,
gently, he eases them over till he’s lying on his side, spooned up behind
Castiel, still tied deep inside him. “You okay?”
Castiel turns to look at him, his eyes wide, tears glittering in the corners
but he isn’t crying. He looks happy. “Yes,” he says, drawing in a shaky breath
and he takes Dean’s hand, drawing it down between his legs so Dean can feel
that his cock is still hard. “I love your knot, Dean, love being stretched and
filled.”
Dean cups Castiel’s cock in his fingers, feeling just how much Castiel is
enjoying it. He strokes him, listening to the little moans and gasps that issue
from Castiel’s lips. He gets Castiel to come, sobbing out his name and Dean
knows that next time he’s not going to hold back. Castiel deserves his knot
every time they fuck.
Castiel collapses back against him, squirming and Dean swats him lightly on the
hip.
“Stay still,” he growls. “Or I’ll fuck you again.” His cock is spent, softening
inside Castiel but if Castiel keeps moving like that he can get it up again.
He’s never fucked someone when he was already knotted inside them.
Castiel turns his head, kissing Dean’s jaw.
“Please,” he whispers and Dean finds he really can’t refuse Castiel anything.
***** Afternoon Delight *****
Chapter Summary
     Lap sex with slight Dom/sub overtones.
Castiel crawls in to his lap the moment Dean gets home.
“I missed you,” he says.
Dean can tell that. Castiel is already naked, his cock all pretty and hard,
flushed bright red.
“Did you touch yourself when I was out?” Dean asks. He runs a hand down
Castiel’s back, over the swell of his ass, feeling between his cheeks. He rubs
a finger over Castiel’s hole, finding it already wet and stretched. “Did you
use the toys?”
“Just my fingers,” Castiel says, distracted by pulling Dean’s pants open. “I
wanted to be ready for you.”
“Good boy,” Dean says. He prefers being able to watch Castiel when he uses the
toys.
Castiel slips his hand inside Dean’s pants, pushing his underwear down a
little, wrapping his fingers around Dean’s cock and pulling it free.
“I want you to fuck me like this,” he says, his expression serious as he
strokes his fingers up and down Dean’s cock, working on getting him hard. Dean
loves how Castiel can be so focused at a time like this. He kisses the corner
of Castiel’s mouth.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you in my lap, keep my clothes on? I can do that,”
Dean promises, slipping a finger into Castiel’s well-oiled hole. Castiel’s eyes
flutter shut and he starts to rock his hips. Dean adds a second finger but he
can feel that Castiel’s already stretched enough. He wonders how many of
Castiel’s slim fingers have been in his hole, working him open. Three? Four?
Dean wishes he could have seen Castiel getting himself ready. His cock jerks in
Castiel’s hand, fully hard and Castiel gives him one final stroke before
letting go.
Dean drags his fingers free from Castiel’s greedy hole and grips the angel’s
hips, pulling Castiel down on to his cock. Castiel’s eyes widen and then fall
shut and his mouth opens in a long, drawn out moan as he sinks down till Dean
is buried deep inside him. Dean takes a deep breath, his fingers clutching
Castiel tight enough to leave bruises.
“Fuck yourself,” he tells Castiel. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Castiel braces his hands on Dean’s shoulders. Then, slowly, he starts to move,
pushing himself up and down, fucking himself on Dean’s cock. Dean closes his
eyes, losing himself in the feeling. He loves it when Castiel is like this.
Castiel isn’t ashamed of what he wants, what he needs.
In that way they’re perfectly matched. No one’s ever told Castiel he shouldn’t
want sex, only that he should be in love when he has it and Dean loves Castiel
like Castiel loves him. He also loves how eager Castiel is to be fucked.
Castiel sets a demanding pace, bouncing up and down in Dean’s lap. He’s
obviously been hard for a long time, holding himself on the edge while he
waited for Dean. Now he wants to come and Dean isn’t going to stop him. Other
times, he might make Castiel wait, might use one of those toys to keep him from
coming but not today.
He opens his eyes, wanting to see Castiel fall apart. Castiel’s movements grow
more erratic, his fingers bit tight in to Dean’s shoulders and then he’s
coming, gasping and stilling. Dean watches for as long as he can but Castiel is
so tight around him, so beautiful to look at, that he can’t stop himself from
coming too.
Dean knows his shirt and pants are ruined. They’re covered in lube and come. He
can wash them but some stains don’t come out. He doesn’t even care. All he
cares about is pulling Castiel close to him and kissing him while Castiel is
panting and boneless.
***** You Make Loving Fun *****
Chapter Summary
     Hippie!Cas/back-from-the-war!Dean.
     Hedonistic outdoor sex. (Includes rimming, frottage, 69ing)
Castiel is sunbathing naked again.
It’s a glorious sight, Castiel stretched out in the grass, his whole body
offered up to the sun’s rays. Dean imagines that the rays are like fingers,
brushing into the dips and hollows of Castiel’s hips, splaying over his soft
stomach, stroking his cheeks with warmth. Castiel always seeks out warmth. He
curls up against Dean at night, chasing away the memories and the bad dreams,
grounding him with the rise and fall of his chest and the gentle huff of his
breathe against Dean’s neck.
Dean shrugs off his shirt and pants, stepping out from their tent on to the
slightly damp grass. It will dry out soon enough. He wants to stake out his
spot beside Castiel early, before anyone else tries to sit there with him.
He settles down beside Castiel, sitting cross-legged, and is rewarded by
Castiel opening one eye and smiling lazily up at him.
Most people understand that Castiel and Dean belong to each other. Dean was
lost, a wandering soul, before he came to the camp and found Castiel. Their
connection was immediate, profound. Even when Dean was at his worst, when he
was screaming into the night, sweating and terrified, Castiel wouldn’t leave
his side.
Their progression to lovers seemed inevitable. It was a comfort that bloomed
into something else. Dean had never been with another man before but he wasn’t
frightened or ashamed with Castiel. Castiel opened up to him, offered himself
to Dean with such trust, such sweet longing, that Dean soon learned all the
ways there were to touch a man.
Still, there are people who don’t understand or don’t respect the bond they
have. There are people who hear about ‘Free Love’ and think that means sex
whenever and with whoever they want. Maybe Dean’s just a traditional guy but he
can’t stand the thought of sharing Castiel with anyone. Castiel doesn’t offer
his body, or his love, to anyone but Dean. He doesn’t want anyone but Dean.
“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asks.
Dean knows Castiel worries when he’s quiet. He worries that Dean is somewhere
far away, somewhere that hurt him more than words can say.
“You,” Dean answers truthfully. “I’m thinking about you.”
Castiel moves gracefully, pouring himself languidly into Dean’s lap, wrapping
himself around Dean until they are as close as can be. Dean’s cock stirs with
interest, brushing against Castiel’s sun-kissed ass. Sex outside is always
good. It’s primal, a way of reconnecting with nature and with their most
natural selves.
“I love you,” Castiel says, pressing nimble kisses to Dean’s lips.
Where Castiel came from before there was no love. There was no pleasure, no
happiness, just the repression of a life that wouldn’t let him shine. He fell
from grace to be at the camp and he landed with a bump before he met Dean. He
was alone in the world, trying to make connections and brushed back because of
the love he wanted.
Castiel doesn’t like to talk about his life before and Dean understands that.
There are things Dean can’t talk about, things that haunt him in the night.
Sometimes Castiel past makes him just as broken and Dean tries his best to put
him back together.
They save each other. They fix each other.
“I love you too,” Dean murmurs in between kisses.
It’s the work of a moment to flip them over so Castiel in under him, hot and
hungry for him, reaching for Dean, pulling them together, his own cock achingly
hard. They rut against each other in the long grass, forgetting everything but
the feel of skin on skin, the desire to take and taste, to be one.
Dean reaches for Castiel’s hand, entwining their fingers together as he thrusts
and gasps. Castiel has his eyes closed, his lips parted and his expression is
one of utter bliss. He rolls his hips, brushing their cocks together, grinding
up against Dean. When he comes, he cries out Dean’s name to the heavens.
It used to embarrass Dean that Castiel was so loud, but now he welcomes it. Let
everyone know what they do. There is no shame in it, only love. Dean comes two
beats behind Castiel, his body rumbling with the after effects of his orgasm,
making him feel relaxed and free in a way he thought he could never be again
until he met Castiel.
He knows he should go and get a cloth, should clean them up because Castiel
will want to lie out in the sun, Dean’s come drying on him, not caring a bit,
but Dean doesn’t want to leave Castiel even for a moment or two. Besides, Dean
has his tongue and that will do well enough. He squirms down the length of
Castiel’s body, licking over his softening cock, across his stomach and down
into the hallows of his hips as Castiel grips his hair and begs for Dean not to
tease him.
They move again until Castiel’s head is buried between Dean’s legs, Dean’s cock
in his mouth as he sucks him clean, Castiel’s moans stretched out around it.
Dean licks long strips across Castiel’s hole, feeling the way Castiel puckers
up tight and then relaxes, opening to his inquisitive touch. He fucks him with
his tongue until Castiel is panting, quaking and then he returns to Castiel’s
cock, taking it back in his mouth to swallow down every drop of him as Castiel
comes for the second time.
Castiel is wrung out, boneless, but he keeps sucking at Dean’s cock, laps
gently at it until he pulls Dean over the edge, helps him to become boneless
too. Dean reaches for him when he can think again, tugging Castiel up into his
arms. Castiel lays his head against Dean’s chest, breathless and beaming.
“I love you,” he says again.
“I know,” Dean tells him, unable to find the words for exactly just how much he
does love him.
They fall asleep, tangled naked together, under the beat of the sunshine.
***** Chosen *****
Chapter Summary
     Catboy!Dean/Owner!Castiel.
     Castiel doesn't choose Dean. Dean chooses him.
Castiel doesn’t choose Dean.
Dean chooses him.
Castiel goes to the pet store, his head filled with all the information his
gleaned from the internet and books borrowed from the library. Get a kitten,
everyone says. Part of the fun is training them. Castiel looks at the racks of
toys, at the collars and leashes and frowns as he passes them. That isn’t
really what he wants. His interests don’t lie in that direction.
He’s been excited about catboys since they were released – the designer pet of
the year. Castiel isn’t embarrassed by his desire for them. He knows they’re
rich men’s toys but Castiel is rich and he can spend his money however he
wants. If he wants a catboy to pamper and adore than he can have one. He waited
though, examined his options carefully and finally picked a reputable store
before taking the plunge and actually purchasing one.
He was shown a number of young, mostly hairless, twinky things with little ears
and tails. They were very nice to look at but they didn’t excite Castiel. He
had seen some pictures online when he was researching, pictures of catboys
raised outside on ranches in Tennessee and Kansas and he wondered if he
shouldn’t just make a trip out there to buy one of those catboys, instead of
the anaemic city bred ones.
The store owner, seeming to sense Castiel’s resistance, offered hesitantly “We
do have one left from our previous litter. He’s a bit bigger. He’s a handful
really. I don’t know if that’s what you’d want though. He’d take a lot of
work.”
“I’d like a look,” Castiel said.
The catboy that was brought to him was almost a fully-grown adult. He was a
tabby, with brown ears, a brown striped tail and light brown hair. He certainly
wasn’t anemic looking, he was tanned and strong and there was a trail of light
brown hair leading down his stomach, dusted over the base of his cock and his
balls. He looked venomously at the store owner and chewed on his lead.
“He’s always trying to break it,” the owner said apologetically.
“What’s his name?” Castiel asked.
“Dean,” the store owner said. “You can change it if you like.”
“No!” Dean yowled, dropping his lead for a second to voice his displeasure.
“I don’t think he’d like that, “Castiel said, trying to suppress a smile.
The store owner sighed. “I’m sorry, he’s just stubborn. I don’t know why, the
rest of his litter was docile and perfectly behaved. They’ve all gone to homes
and he’s the one we’re left with. It’s a shame really because he’s very
handsome.”
“He is,” Castiel agreed, nodding.
Dean stopped trying to destroy his lead then and looked at Castiel intently. He
had the greenest eyes Castiel had ever seen. He took a step towards Castiel and
leaned into his personal space, sniffing at him. The store owner attempted to
pull him away but Dean resisted, moving closer to Castiel. He sniffed him again
then purred loudly.
“Mine,” he announced, sounding terribly pleased with himself.
Castiel felt weak-kneed and that feeling only intensified as Dean rubbed his
cheek against Castiel’s.
“He’s scent marking you,” the store owner mumbled. “I’m so sorry. He’s very
strong.”
“It’s fine!” Castiel said breathlessly. “I’ll take him!”
***** Owned *****
Chapter Summary
     More catboy!Dean/owner!Cas
Chapter Notes
     Kinks: objectification, catboys, rimming, size kink, dominance,
     marking, spit as lube.
The store owner was right when she described Dean as stubborn. Castiel knew
that catboys were described generally as affectionate. It was part of their
selling point, the fact that they were so interested in their owners, so happy
to be petted and act as companions. Dean wanted to be with Castiel constantly.
He disliked them being apart, even for a little while.
He demanded to sleep in Castiel’s bed, curled around Castiel. He quickly worked
out how to open all the doors in Castiel’s house so he could get in to the
kitchen or outside into the garden and follow Castiel around. Castiel had
imagined that when he brought a catboy, it would fit in to his life, mold
itself around him.
Maybe if he hadn’t brought Dean, that would have been the case. If he’d brought
some submissive, little thing that responded to training then his life would
have carried on smoothly but he had brought Dean and Dean determined everything
they did.
Castiel had tried training him. He didn’t care for any of the hardcore things
he’d viewed online. He wasn’t about to buy whips or cuffs for Dean. He wasn’t
about to punish him for what was just part of Dean’s nature. Castiel couldn’t
think of a quicker way to get Dean to hate him. Dean wasn’t about to submit and
Castiel didn’t want him to. Even when he grumbled and complained, he was
secretly pleased by how demanding Dean was, how much of Castiel’s time and
attention he required.
Castiel had wanted a catboy because they needed love and they gave it back
tenfold. Castiel wanted to be needed. He wanted to belong and he knew he
belonged to Dean. Even if Dean was wearing a collar with Castiel’s name and
number on it, Castiel was utterly Dean’s.
Still, Castiel tried to get Dean to behave. As much as he loved Dean, loved all
his foibles and stubborn behavioral ticks, he still needed Dean to be good, at
least when people visited. Castiel had thought Dean would like other people, he
liked Castiel after all, but when Castiel’s older brother Gabriel had dropped
by to see Castiel’s new purchase, Dean had hissed at him and bit his hand when
Gabriel tried to pet him.
Castiel had tried training with food, rewarding Dean with treats, but that was
useless after Dean figured out how to open the fridge by himself.
Since then, they’d worked on a positive reinforcement basis. Castiel praised
him when Dean did something Castiel wanted him to do and Dean ignored Castiel
when Castiel tried to scold him. It worked well.
Every morning, Dean sat outside the shower, watching Castiel with dark,
gleaming green eyes as Castiel washed and then he followed Castiel back to his
bedroom, tail swishing behind him. He didn’t like it that Castiel smelled like
anything other than him. He usually let Castiel finish drying before he pounced
on him, but sometimes he was happy to lick the water droplets off Castiel’s
skin.
“Mine,” he purred, licking down Castiel’s neck, nuzzling at him and rolling
Castiel over till Castiel was on his hands and knees beneath him. It sent a
thrill through Castiel every time Dean did this, every time he dominated
Castiel. This had been why he’d brought Dean, why he’d fallen for him the
moment Dean had rubbed up against him at the pet shop and claimed Castiel for
his own.
Castiel made a soft noise, pushing his hips back demandingly. He wasn’t at all
embarrassed by his need for Dean. Catboys were sexual creatures. They were bred
for pleasure, bred to enjoy being close to their owners and Castiel had always
known he’d end up here, presenting himself to Dean, waiting for his catboy to
mate him.
Dean nuzzled against him again, his purr intensifying, rumbling through him and
then he pulled away, moving between Castiel’s legs. Castiel knew what was
coming next and he drew in a deep breath, his heart beating faster with
excitement. Dean spread his cheeks wide, licking a long stripe across Castiel’s
waiting hole. Dean’s tongue was rough. It felt strange in such a sensitive
place but Castiel loved it. He loved how diligently Dean prepared him, how he
licked and licked until Castiel opened up to him. He loved how Dean fucked him
with his tongue, getting him ready for his cock.
Dean kept licking him till Castiel was wet, trembling and so ready for Dean.
Before Dean came in to his life, Castiel had used toys and he’d had his own
fingers, but nothing felt as good as Dean. When Dean pulled away he whimpered,
hating the loss of Dean’s tongue inside him, even though he knew that he
wouldn’t be empty for long. A moment later, Dean was kneeling over him, the
head of his cock pressing against Castiel’s stretched, spit-slicked hole.
“Please,” Castiel moaned, not wanting to wait.
“Mine,” Dean said again, proudly. He pushed forward and buried his cock in
Castiel with one thrust. Castiel gasped, the feeling of being filled by Dean
overwhelming. Dean stilled for a moment, letting Castiel adjust to him before
he began to move, rocking slowly into Castiel. Castiel bucked back against him,
trying to get him to go faster but Dean always moved slowly at first, always
drove him mad with lust.
Castiel clutched at the bed sheet, circling his hips, fucking himself on Dean’s
cock. He felt Dean’s breath against the back of his neck and then Dean’s teeth
scraped against his neck before Dean bit him. It was feral, animal, a way for
Dean to mark Castiel as his and to pin him still. Dean’s thrusts sped up,
uncontrolled and desperate, Dean making muffled growling sounds as he moved.
Castiel closed his eyes, feeling the tell-tale sparks beginning to build at the
bottom of his spine, feeling his toes curl and he knew he was so close to
coming. It only took him a few more of those powerful, forceful thrusts before
Castiel came, almost losing his balance but Dean kept him in place. Dean kept
moving, kept fucking Castiel even as Castiel’s body shook with the aftereffects
of his orgasm. His cock was leaking, Dean wringing every last drop from him as
he pounded against his prostate.
Dean came with a yowl, biting down harder on Castiel’s neck. He stayed buried
deep inside Castiel, his hips pushing forward in jerky little motions even as
his cock softened. Finally, he rolled them over on to their sides, spooned
behind Castiel, his cock still pressed tightly in to him.
Castiel knew he smelled like sex and liked Dean. He was wet, covered in his own
come and he should wash but he wouldn’t. He’d lie in Dean’s arms, feeling full
and felling loved, until Dean pulled out of him and licked him clean.
Then he’d put on his clothes and he’d wear Dean’s marks and Dean’s scent with
pride. Dean would watch him through half-closed eyes, gazing at him adoringly
and Castiel would feel thoroughly and completely owned.
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