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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Manipulation, Anal_Sex, Time_Travel, Age_Difference,
      Possessive_Castiel, Possessive_Behavior, Underage_Dean, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-28 Words: 2666
****** Epoch ******
by Lacrimation_(Labyrinthine_Elysium)
Summary
     Mary told Dean every night that angels were watching over him. So,
     when an angel appears to him at night with the promise of a gift,
     Dean has no reason not to believe him.
     OR
     Castiel goes back in time to a few days before the night of the fire
     and convinces young Dean to let him give the 4 year old child a gift
     of protection. Which happens to be the depositing of semen as deep
     inside of Dean as possible.
Notes
     Epoch: the beginning of a distinctive period in the history of
     someone
      
     Dean is four years old. I am a bad person. And I'm not sorry.
     Standard spiel:
     This is fiction. I do not condone or encourage anyone to do this.
     This is illegal. If you are having issues controlling urges or
     thoughts about having sex with a person without their consent,
     including minors, please seek help.
See the end of the work for more notes
Someone sits on Dean’s bed. Shifting the mattress to the side. It wouldn’t
usually wake him up, but there’s something weird in the air. Like a
thunderstorm is brewing.
“Mommy?” He whispers, trying to identify the shadowed form.
“Hello, Dean.” A low, gravelly voice replies.
“Who are you?” He hopes his voice doesn’t quiver too much.
“I am an angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel.”
“An angel? My mommy says angels watch over me. Is that what you do? Is that why
you’re here?” Dean asks excitedly.
He’s more awake now.
“Yes. I am here to give you something to protect you.”
“What is it? What is it? Can I see?” The small child is practically bouncing,
trying to get closer to the angel and the aforementioned present.
The angel shakes his head, like he’s sad. “I have to put it inside you. It does
not work if it touches the air. It is inside me right now. I have been keeping
it safe for you.”
“I want it. I want it. I want it.” Dean chanted. “Can I have it now?”
The angel smiled softly. “Of course, Dean.”
“Will I be able to feel it? Inside of me? What will it feel like?”
“It will feel very good, Dean. Did your mother tell you that you can trust
angels?”
“Mm-hmm.” Dean nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Are you ready?”
Another enthusiastic nod. Castiel loved that Mary instilled such a love and
devotion to angels in her son. It made all of this so much easier.
Castiel reached over to Dean, picking him up and sitting him across his lap.
However, when he went for Dean’s waistband the child questioned him.
“Are you supposed to do that? My mom said-”
“Dean. I am trying to protect you. Are you going to deny gift from an angel?”
The child shook his head back and forth furiously, before assisting in the
removal of his garments.
Castiel brought the small child to side astride his lap, cupping the small
buttock in his hands. He smoothed a hand up Dean’s back to press against the
nape of his neck.
“I am going to kiss you now, Dean.”
Before he had time to reply, Dean’s lips were covered by the angel’s much
larger ones. Castiel dominated the kiss. Pressing, sliding his lips against his
young charge’s. He ground up against the child, pushing Dean’s hips down
against his.
Groaning, he kneaded the supple flesh of Dean’s rump. Rolling them in his hands
as he invaded the child’s mouth with his tongue.
Pulling away to take a breath, the child asks, “I don’t feel any different. Is
it inside me yet?”
“No, Dean. It doesn’t go in your mouth. It goes here.” A finger slid between
the two mounds, brushing over the small opening.
Dean gasped and tried to squirm away from sensitive feeling, but simply pressed
himself against Castiel’s growing hardness.
The little thing couldn’t stop squirming as Castiel lightly ran his finger over
the small pucker. His small charge breath grew more rapid, rocking himself
against the angel.
Castiel captured his charge’s lips again. Pressing and pushing and taking and
taking and taking.
He rubbed his finger over Dean’s hole, circling and circling. Humming in
amusement at the squirms.
The child nearly collapsed against him when he removed the finger from his
hole. Panting, grasping at the angel’s lapels.
“Open, child.” Fingers pressed through Dean’s lips, stroking his tongue. “Suck
on them.”
His charge tried so hard, trying to suck on them, but he couldn’t get any
suction, the gap between the fingers breaking the seal.
The angel chuckled in amusement at the child’s innocent concentration. Removing
his fingers, he returned them to the small pucker. Circling. Circling. A small
dip. Repeat. Circle, circle, dip. Circle, circle, dip.
Each time he went a little bit further in. Dean was practically writhing in his
lap. Squirming at the odd, new sensations.
Castiel lightly pressed in a single finger, testing.
“Mmm!” Dean whined. “It hurts.”
“Okay.”
Castiel removed the finger and settled one hand on Dean’s back and the other on
his rump. Flipping them so that Dean was lying on his back with the angel on
top of him.
“This will make it better.” Was the last thing Dean heard as he watched the
celestial head disappear down his body.
“AAH!!” Dean screamed, bucking his hips up. Hands threw themselves into a mess
of dark hair, unknowing if it was to pull it away or keep it there.
The angel had his little boy in his mouth. The sensations were overwhelming,
Dean wasn’t even sure of what was happening, except that everything felt good.
Castiel soaked in Dean’s response, pushing his fingers in and out of the tight
entrance. Stretching in time with sucks and hums. His charge was so little, so
small, that he could fit Dean’s member and both his balls in his mouth at once.
Pulling his mouth away, pecking his way up Dean’s stomach and chest to have
their mouths meet again. His charge breathed hard into the kiss, but didn’t
seem to mind the third finger working its way inside him.
Pumping the fingers in and out, spreading and stretching, the angel knew the
child was almost ready. Pressing soft kisses on delicate cheeks, and gentle
nips on the ticklish jaw, Castiel eased himself into position.
Sliding his knees under Dean’s thighs, he unzips himself and guides his length
out of it confinement. The coolness of the air stings, but it is nothing
compared to the blissful warmth he will soon be buried in.
Distracting Dean with a filthy kiss, he slicks himself up and lines up with the
virgin hole. Castiel is nearly shaking with anticipation, imagining what will
soon become real. What he has thought about so many times before.
He circles the head around the entrance, rubbing it up and down, teasing the
child as much as he is himself.
With Dean’s mouth on his, he jacks the child’s small member as he pushes into
the tight heat.
A sudden, small pop has Dean squirming, turning his face away from the kiss and
moaning in discomfort.
“Shhhh. Shh, Dean. You’re almost there. I’m almost ready to give you your
gift.” Castiel murmurs in his charge’s ear.
“Really?” The hope in Dean’s eyes is so precious that Castiel wants to squander
it.
The angel nods his head, rocking gently into Dean, playing with his small
member. He jerks the tiny thing until Dean goes stiff for a few moments and
sighs. Nothing comes out, but young Dean had just reached his peak.
Even more pliable than before, Castiel drives into the small passage. Thrusting
in the slick, tight, heat. Going a bit deeper each time.
The angel punches small gasps out of the child’s mouth with each push.
Dean may have come, but Castiel was nowhere near close. He was going to enjoy
this.
He covers Dean, laying over him, pressing him down into the mattress with his
weight. Castiel could hear and feel the whine reverberating from Dean as he
pushes in further. Feeling the heat engulf him, squeeze him, invite him in
further.
“This feels very good for me, Dean.” The angel panted into the child’s ear.
“It does?” The voice sounds so small and tired.
“Very much so. It’s a wonderful feeling to give you this gift.” Castiel can
feel the wheels in Dean’s head turning.
“Is it in me yet?” Questioning curiosity rung innocently.
Castiel chuckled. “No, Dean. Not yet. I have to give it to you as deep inside
as I can. That’s where it works the best.”
The angel paused, having a thought. Remembering his fantasies. “And to get as
deep inside as I can, I need for you to turn around. So that you’re on your
tummy. Can you do that for me?”
Young Dean nodded, proceeding to try to sit up. A gasp and vice-like pressure
on Castiel’s member overpowered all of the angel’s senses, bucking
involuntarily.
A moan tore out of the child’s mouth, as he flopped back onto the mattress.
Castiel almost started chuckling at his charge’s failed attempt.
“Try again. I know you can do it.” He encouraged.
Dean tried to get himself turned over, trying to moving his legs around the
angel’s frame. Squirming. Panting. Groaning. As he tried to move. Each time, he
would move a certain way or too fast and he would jolt to a stop, clenching
down on where the two of them met.
Castiel’s hands flew to Dean’s hips at a particularly tight squeeze. It was
like torture, trying not to buck into what was his, to not to discourage the
unintentionally erotic slips and clutches.
Dean tried to wiggle off of Castiel, but he had pulled the child back on with a
light warning.
“You need to stay on, Dean.”
Dean nodded, frustrated and remorseful. Lifting his eyes to meet his angel’s,
Dean asks.
“Will you help me?” That sweet, innocent, trusting tone made the angel want to
sigh.
Castiel could not say no to those eyes. “Of course, Dean.”
He shifted closer, making sure Dean was securely attached, that Castiel’s
member was firmly sheathed inside of Dean, before attempting to turn him.
Several moans and a few gasps of mollycoddled pain later, his charge was in
position.
Dean was down on all fours, his rump in Castiel’s perfect line of sight. The
full mounds that the angel took his time in admiring.
Castiel pulled out just a bit before sliding back in.
“Oh. Dean. Ah. You’re doing such a good job.” Castiel panted brokenly to Dean,
encouraging.
It went easier from this position. Castiel slid in deeper, not yet bottoming
out, but soon. A slow, controlled rhythm formed as he explored Dean’s body.
He grabbed Dean’s hips with one hand to steady them, and with the other hand he
ran it over Dean’s arched up and display rump. Rolling it in his hands,
pressing, rubbing, possessing. He caressed down the back of Dean’s thigh. Back
up again, memorizing the feeling, the slope, the density of the flesh of the
crux between the upper thigh and buttock.
Replacing both hands on Dean’s hips, he gave a quick succession of shallow
thrusts. Listening to the music of a broken Ah, fragmented with each drive.
Castiel sighed. This felt better than he thought it would. By far, Dean had
surpassed his expectations.
He stilled for a moment, taking both hands and running them over Dean’s back in
synchronization.
He bent over Dean, shadowing the child’s back with his own. Hunching over the
small form, Castiel presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek.
“You’re doing so well for me.” No answer came back. Simply a ragged breath out
of Dean’s slacked mouth. Eyes shut. Eyebrows furrowed.
The angel watched Dean’s face as he slowly started moving again.
The slacked jaw opened wider in an inaudible gasp. Eyebrows pressed together
tighter. It was cute on the child’s face, like he was concentrating on a really
hard question.
Pressing another kiss just behind Dean’s ear, Castiel let his hands roam again.
Hands cupped, massaged, and caressed down Dean’s chest and sides. The child was
trembling; arms and thighs shaking.
How adorable.
Both hands glide down Dean’s chest once more before skimming over his hips to
grab the small thighs and spread them wider.
“Ah.” Castiel couldn’t have masked his moan if he had wanted to. With the
change of pressure, he slipped in further, almost fully engulfed by his charge.
Dean squirmed in the new position, rocking in a just so way that drove Castiel
mad.
Need to be all the way inside. I need all of him.
The angel swept Dean’s arms out from under him, covering Dean’s body
possessively. Dean cried out in surprise, now trapped between the angel’s chest
and the mattress.
Powerful arms steadfastly held Dean’s arms to his stomach, and his hips up.
Castiel rutted into his charge like a beast in heat. Short, deep, pointed
thrusts interlaced with grinding, pushing Dean’s hips back trying to fully
sheath himself into the child.
Castiel grabbed at Dean’s little boy, intensely thrilled by the writhing and
moans that followed.
Continuing to stroke Dean, he slowly pressed more and more of his weight to his
hips, trying to get that last little bit of himself inside Dean.
He wanted them to be flush. Pressed together as closely as possible. He wanted
to come all the way inside Dean. For his essence to be as deep inside as he
could muster.
He wanted to stake a claim. That this boy, this human, this soul was his. For
time and all eternity, Dean Winchester was his. Heaven couldn’t dispute this.
Time couldn’t change his claim. Nothing could change it.
He felt a thrill roll through him when he felt Dean’s heat pressed against the
base of him. Elation was overcome by possessiveness. An undeniable primal
wanting, claiming, owning.
The boy was his. All of him. All of him was claimed by Castiel.
With arms wrapped tightly around Dean’s waist, pressing the child’s hips back
onto Castiel. The angel was getting close.
Thrusting in, sinking all the way to the hilt each time. Bucking in harder and
harder, creating a louder slap each time as their skin met. A constant whine
droned as he pounded into the flesh. Pressing the side of Dean’s face down
harder into the mattress, covering it with his own.
“I’m close. Mmmmh! Dean, I’m close.” Castiel’s words were cut off by his own
panting. Losing himself in the pleasure. “Dean. Dean. Oh, Dean. Yes.”
They were pressed so tightly together. Both of them breathing hard. He could
feel Dean’s heart beating. How fast it was.
The angel pressed kisses against the unmarred flesh until he felt himself tip
over the edge which he was powerless to return from. Stiffening, contorting his
body, face pressed into the child’s back with a whimper.
He was about to come.
Castiel thrust himself into his charge as hard as he could, pressing down on
Dean’s hips. Creating so much pressure. Pressure.
Dean cried out, whining, panting.
He came, buried in the tight perfect heat. He felt himself spilling. Small
pulsing bucks, shooting load after load as far in as he could go.
“Oo-oh.” Castiel gasped. “Dean.” He kissed the nearest piece of the boy's flesh
he could reach. “Oh, Dean. The gift. It’s inside you.” Another kiss. “Can you
feel it?”
Dean panted for a few moments before answering, trying to catch his breath.
“Ye-Ah!”
Before Dean could finish answering, Castiel started moving again. Riding his
afterglow, dragging out every last shred of pleasure. Using Dean’s tightness to
milk out every last drop.
“Yeah, you can feel it.” Castiel thrust in harder. Slow, rough shoves. “What
does it feel like? Tell me, Dean.”
“It, ah~. It’s in my tu-Uh!-mmy. Ah. And it’s, ah, really warm.” Dean’s words
were broken, fractured by Castiel’s drives back into his charge.
“Yeah. It’s deep inside you. All the way inside. You did so well, Dean.”
Castiel cut off his words with a groan, grinding into the heat. Feeling his
charge’s flesh flush with his, as he ground harder. With a final buck, seating
himself as fully as possible, Castiel rolled them onto their sides.
Castiel panted, kissing Dean’s neck, delighted when the boy squirmed in
response. “Okay, Dean. I have to wait for your body to absorb my gift.
Otherwise, it’ll come out and then it doesn’t work anymore.”
“Oh.” Dean paused. “Okay.”
“But don’t worry, if you don’t absorb all of it, I’ll come back every night
until nothing can ever hurt you anymore. You’ll have the strongest protection
that any angel could give. The best anyone could have.”
“Really? The best?” Dean asked in amazement.
“Really.” The angel echoed.
“Cool.”
Castiel petted his charge’s hair, pressing another chaste kiss on the cherub
cheeks.
“Go to sleep, Dean. Don’t worry. I’ll watch over you.”
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