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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Michael_(Supernatural), Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Zachariah_
      (Supernatural), Krissy_Chambers, Naomi_(Supernatural), Samandriel_
      (Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Pagan_God_Dean_Winchester, Pagan_God_Dean, Demigod_Castiel, Alternate
      Universe_-_Gods_&_Goddesses, Bottom_Castiel, Top_Dean, Teen_Castiel
  Series:
      Part 3 of Dominion_Hymns
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-22 Completed: 2016-01-18 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7523
****** Honey From Water Lilies ******
by bourbonbucky
Summary
     The love of a god isn't an easy birth right, nor is the blood.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Divine *****
The lower priests showed up a couple days ago, and since the moment they got
here they’ve been telling him he's beautiful, divine. Castiel doesn't
understand half of what they’re saying, and the way they talk about him like he
isn’t right there is frustrating. When the head priest finally arrives he acts
differently than the others, not looking past him or around him.  He picks
Castiel up and hands him a big blue marble. It’s heavier than the glass
shooters Uncle Raph got him during the last festival. Almost like it’s made of
stone. The center glows when he holds it, light spinning and jumping, tickling
his fingers and making him laugh.
The priest takes the marble away and smiles at Castiel like he’s done something
to be proud of.
His momma holds him tight in her lap, trying to keep him from squirming too
much. It isn’t his fault he’s so awake; it’s almost night time. The head priest
sitting in the chair across from them still hasn’t stopped smiling.
"Naomi, you said he was born at night. Do you remember what time, or what phase
the moon was in?" Even though the priest never gave his name, Castiel knows it
like it’s been whispered in his ear: Michael. Castiel knows a lot about
Michael, though he doesn’t know how or why.
Michael is a lot older than his momma, even though he doesn’t look it. Castiel
knows Michael can’t be drowned, that he isn’t afraid of the dark and normally
doesn’t wear quite so many clothes. He's wearing silver robes made of silk with
dark blue trim and pretty flowers embroidered all over. This means that Michael
works in the Moon God's temple.
Dean is the one a lot of people in their country worship, even his momma, but
he isn’t her patron. Mostly she worships Dean's mom, Mary, like a lot of
mothers do. Her job as mayor means she also has a few statues for Ellen. People
have always said Castiel knows a lot about the Pantheon for such a young boy.
He tunes back into the conversation when Michael starts talking to him.
"Castiel, when did your hair start to change color?"
"After I took a bath outside." Castiel used to have light hair, the same soft
brown as his cousin Gabriel's. Recently, it’s been getting darker with each
passing night. Now it’s the same brown as his momma’s, but there are even
darker streaks showing up.
"Where did you take this bath?" Michael's hair is dark, too. Castiel wonders if
his own hair will end up that color.
"In the pond out back." His momma always tried to keep him away from the pond
because it was deep and she didn't want him to fall in, but Castiel was too
stubborn to listen. He’s liked swimming since before he could even walk, he’s
sure.
Last week he snuck out back after bedtime and hopped in the water without any
of his clothes. It felt really nice, all cool and soft. It was different than
when he took a bath inside. He could see a shape in the water with him, like
someone holding him and keeping him from falling under. There were lights, too,
like all the stars in the sky were floating around under his feet. They tickled
him.
Michael smiles like he can see the memory, then looks back up at his momma.
"It's a good thing your friends from the goddess Mary's temple called us, Miss
Novak. Your son is very important."
"Important?" His momma holds him tighter, but Castiel already knows that won't
change anything. He's going to be leaving with Michael soon.
His momma doesn't want to let him go at first, but she does when Michael
explains just how important Castiel is. He’s different than any other human on
the planet, special. Michael lifts him away from his momma and walks back to
his room, picking up all of the shells Castiel's been keeping on his window
sill. Another priest walks in, this one older and stern looking. He hands
Michael a smaller version of the silver robe and then stands in the doorway
while Michael undresses and redresses Castiel.
The silk is so soft and cool on his skin that Castiel feels like falling asleep
in it. Michael chuckles quietly when he yawns and picks him back up, then turns
to the other priest, one Castiel knows is a scribe of their god, and gestures
around the room.
"Zachariah, gather anything of Castiel's you think is significant and meet us
on the bus. We'll go to the local church and leave once the sun sets." Michael
carries Castiel out of the house, giving his momma a small smile and letting
her kiss him before they leave.
Castiel knows he won't ever be coming back here.
                                      ▬▬▬
The bus is big and comfortable, a lot more like a small house on wheels than
what Castiel goes to school and temple in. There are six priests in total and
all of them are kind to him, even Zachariah. The scribe isn't overly polite,
but he's truthful and he shares his chocolate. Michael scolds him in another
language and Castiel giggles at the abashed look on the old priest's face.
Everyone smiles when he laughs and it makes him feel more comfortable, like
he's floating.
The patrons in the church stare at him, backing away as Michael carries him
down to the basement. Castiel has never been in the basement before, the way
down is normally locked with magic. There are four doors, all painted different
colors to represent different gods. Castiel knows Dean's is the dark blue one
with silver flecks. Michael raises his hand like he's going to touch it, but
Castiel reaches out first. He puts his palm flat against the wood and listens
as all the locks fall away. Michael seems startled for a moment, but quickly
opens the door.
Now the priests are staring at him, too.
There's a bed set in the floor of the room that looks big enough for a dozen
people. Michael and the others sit around him in a circle while he lays down
for a nap, feeling more tired than he thinks he's ever been.
Castiel wakes up with his head shoved in someone's chest and strong arms
wrapped around him. He thinks it's Michael for a moment until he backs up and
finds that it's the one of the younger priests, Inias. Getting out of the man’s
arms is easy, but he has to be quiet. Inias looks so pretty nestled into the
blankets and Castiel takes a second to run his small fingers over the curve of
the priest's lips and jaw. He pulls away before the young man wakes and tries
to stand, falling back over when his legs get tangled in someone’s robe.
Michael grunts softly but doesn't stir when the full weight of a six-year-old
boy lands in the center on his back. Castiel huffs and wriggles around until
he's on his tummy and can crawl out of his clothes. He stands on the cold stone
floor and looks around the room.
A few feet away from the bed is a small pool of water. Flowers float around the
surface in shades of red and purple, and a window high up in the wall lets
moonlight in to shine on them. Castiel tiptoes to the edge of the water and
sits down, letting his legs dangle in. All the flowers float toward him, and
petals that have fallen to the bottom rise up and tickle his feet. There are
small fish under the flowers that swim around his legs and between his toes,
jumping up out of the water and throwing themselves at him. He gasps when one
lands on his leg and picks it up as gently as he can to get a better look.
The head is black, but its eyes are a shiny white and the rest of its body is
bright green, almost glowing. It has feathery fins and flops around his palm.
He drops it back in the water and feels the silk of a robe against his back.
The priests are starting to wake up and move around behind him, but he doesn't
want to go yet.
A cool hand rubs between his shoulders and the sole priestess of the group
gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, Castiel, it's time to go."
He kicks around in the water more and pouts. "I want to swim, Krissy."
She smiles and leans in close like she's going to tell him a secret. "We have
fonts just like this at the temple, but a lot bigger. You can swim in them all
you want when we get there. Deal?"
Castiel looks at Krissy a little closer, she's the youngest of the group other
than him and the only one with brown eyes. He touches her cheek and squints at
her. "Dean picked you, didn't he?"
Her eyes go wide, and she stops breathing for a second and nods. "Yeah, yeah he
did."
Michael's big hands gather him up under the arms, spinning him around and
holding him close again. "We need to get you dressed again, Castiel. Krissy’s
right; it's time for us to leave."
Krissy stands and hands Michael Castiel's robes before following Inias out the
door. Castiel looks back at Michael as he’s being dressed. "Did I say something
I shouldn't have?"
Michael smiles and kisses him on the forehead. "They just aren't used to you
yet, Castiel. They need some time. Everything will be fine when we reach the
temple."
                                      ▬▬▬
It takes them almost two days to reach the temple. Castiel sleeps through most
of the trip until they enter the forest that houses Dean's altar tree. As they
drive by he's feels like he’s vibrating out of his skin, face plastered to the
window and almost crying in frustration. He pleads for them to stop and let him
out, but they won’t. Michael holds him and tries to keep him calm, but it’s no
use. He knows the tree is important, and he wants to see it. He wants to climb
the branches and eat the flowers and berries growing up at the top. It’s
important and he knows they know this, but he doesn’t understand why they won’t
listen to him.
Michael looks at him sadly and tells him that it isn't their place to take him.
Castiel shoves his hands against Michael's chest and watches the whole tree
shiver and sway with him. The wind and wood groan, crying out for him in
return. It only calms him enough to keep him from screaming. Michael holds him
close and sings to him in a language that he can feel on his skin.
Once the sun sets Castiel is quiet again, staring out at the stars and the
moon. He puts his hands up and cups the shape of the moon between them, smiling
as the light tickles his palms. The bus leaves the treeline and makes a right
turn, giving Castiel full view of the lake and the temple standing proudly at
the center. He stands up in Michael’s lap and stares. The temple is huge,
multiple buildings spread out and floating on the water like the flowers back
at the church.
When the bus is parked, Castiel jumps out of the seat he and Michael share and
runs for the doors. Zachariah barely opens them in time for him not to smack
face-first into the glass. Krissy follows him and scoops him up in her arms,
giving him a better vantage point. The moon is full above them, and Castiel can
see every detail of the temple better than if they were in broad daylight. The
pictures his cousin Ion showed him after becoming a priest almost seem
insulting now that he’s seeing it in person.
More than a dozen buildings make up the whole temple, all of them made from
rough, dark green stone with white veins. Vines hug the walls and pretty white
flowers grow on the roofs, all of them in bloom and letting out a sweet smell
that the wind carries all the way to the shore. Almost half the lake is covered
in the same red and purple flowers that were in the church, but these have
little lights in their centers. The more he looks, the more his skin itches. He
needs to be in the water.
Castiel squirms around until Krissy puts him down, saying something that he
isn’t paying attention to. He takes his robes off and runs toward the water.
Someone else is shouting for him, but he doesn’t stop until his feet start
splashing on the surface.
This isn’t like taking a bath in the pond behind his house; this water feels
solid beneath his feet so long as he wants it to. Flowers brush against his
ankles, and he picks one of them up, gasping when the petals start glowing in
his hands. He can see now that the glowing lights are pollen, like bright
silver dust has been sprinkled down into each blossom. He dips his fingers in
it and sniffs it, feeling it tickle the inside of his nose.
He drops his flower and stumbles back a bit, each step taking him deeper into
the water. Michael shouts for him, but he can’t understand what’s being said.
The tickling turns to itching and Castiel sneezes hard and loses his
concentration, falling into the water.
Moonlight pierces the water between the flowers, shafts of it kissing his skin
as he slowly floats back up. Hands touch his sides and for a second he thinks
Michael swam out to him, lifting him up so he can breathe again. But when he
looks out at the shore, he sees that Michael has only just entered the water,
standing in the shallows with his robes floating around his hips.
Castiel stares because Michael is pretty and the robes hide his muscles. The
hands on Castiel’s sides turn him around and he wonders how he didn’t know
before. Bright green eyes fill his vision and make his breath catch in his
chest. A wide smile makes the moon flare brighter in the sky, and Castiel feels
like his insides have all been soaked through, filled up and steadied. He leans
forward and puts his hands on the chest he’s being held against.
“Hey, Cas.” The voice fills him with comfort.
Castiel takes a deep breath and blinks, making sure this isn’t another dream
like when he was really little. He offers a shy smile. “Hello, Dean.”
                                      ▬▬▬
None of the priests talk, not even Michael. Castiel runs around in one of the
fonts that Krissy described. It’s shallow and filled with big, white fish that
he thinks are called koi. One of his momma’s favorite restaurants had a big
aquarium full of them, but they weren’t nearly as happy as the ones here. He
chases them through the water and giggles when they wiggle against his fingers.
Dean looks like a teenager, not even ten years older than Castiel is. It’s not
what he really looks like; he’s just making himself seem that way. Every time
Castiel looks back, he sees Michael and Dean watching him. Everything in this
room is alive, even the air, and all of it is happy to see him. One of the fish
jumps out of the water and splashes him with its tail. He laughs and runs after
it until it darts through a hole in the side of the pool and goes back into the
lake.
The water moves behind him and catches his attention, making him turn and see a
version of Dean his same age and state of undress hopping into the water. He’s
paler like this, and his pretty freckles are easier to see. Castiel can pick
out a few of the major constellations as Dean gets closer.
Dean puts one hand forward, and Castiel takes it eagerly. His skin tingles
where he and Dean are touching, and it makes him hold onto Dean’s hand tighter.
Dean smiles at him when he does, and the whole room gets brighter with it.
“C’mon, Cas, I’ll show you your room.” Dean tugs him out of the font and
through the doors.
The air is cold on his skin as they run across the bridges between each
building, some of them appearing only as he and Dean approach. The central
structure looks more like a broken-off piece of mountain covered in flowers
than an actual building, and there are stairs carved into the face of the rock
rather than being built onto it. All of it is natural, pure. There is nothing
out of place here.
Castiel climbs the stairs with Dean and wonders how he ever thought he could
fit anywhere else.
***** Flesh *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel hides his face in his pillow and sighs. It’s barely past sundown, and
he wants to sleep in. Soon one of the priests will come get him, carting him
off to some lesson. History or magic today, probably. Something boring. Maybe
if he gets up before they come, he can sneak off to the forest and pick fruit
out of the Altar Tree.
Except that last time he tried, Inias found him anyway. They all know him too
well. Living in a place for ten years tends to do that.
He waits for nearly an hour, enjoying the silence of the room around him. It
takes him nearly as long to fully wake, relaxed as he is. The bed is soft and
cool on his skin. The valley the temple is in gets humid and hot during the
summer. Dean always smiles fondly as he complains. He always promises that one
day Castiel will be able to come and go freely. Not just from the temple, but
across the world as a whole. By now Castiel knows what he is, who he is. Dean’s
Chosen, a human born to be a demigod.
He’s thought about it everyday since they told him almost three years ago. It
makes the distant memories of his childhood make more sense. Especially the
bath he took in the pond. Dean had been with him, even then. He wants Dean to
take him, to make him into what he’s supposed to be.
Every time he asks, though, Dean just says, “when you’re older, Cas.”
Castiel rolls over onto his back, arms flung out wide above his head. He can
tell Dean’s in the temple even before the curtain to his room opens. It’s one
of the priests, a younger one that just arrived and is prone to blushing
whenever he’s near Castiel.
“The God is here to see you, Castiel.” His voice is small and reverent.
Castiel kicks his sheets away, uncaring of his own nudity. The priest gasps,
and Castiel grins softly. “He knows he can come in.”
Dean is at least wearing shorts, but Castiel knows he can easily get them off.
“You’re not playing fair, Cas. Alfie’s a virgin. You shouldn’t tease him.”
“You’re one to talk about teasing, Dean.” Castiel means to be playful, but
instead he sounds somber.
Dean sighs and lies down next to him in bed. This form is the oldest Castiel
has seen, looking maybe two or three years older than Michael. A beautiful
version of Dean in his mid-thirties. Short scruff dusts his jaw, and all
Castiel wants is to lean over and kiss it. Instead, he buries his face in
Dean’s bicep, scooting close so he’s pressed to Dean entirely.
They lie there like that for a moment, quiet and a little awkward. Then Dean
moves his arm and pulls Castiel’s head to his chest. He rubs across Castiel’s
back and side, his hand pleasantly warm and heavy enough that it feels
grounding.
“Talk to me, Cas. You’re not happy.”
It surprises Castiel to hear Dean speaking so plainly. The last time he’d been
unhappy, Dean hadn’t asked him about it. Instead, he’d shown up unannounced and
taken him to another country, where they played with birds and cats. That was
when Castiel met Dean’s animal companion: a giant cat, almost like a tiger,
with blue-black fur covered in gray and white spots that looked like the
craters on the moon. He’d only been seven, and she’d stood almost a foot taller
than him at the shoulder.
When he was last unhappy, it was because he felt homesick around his mother’s
birthday. But he hasn’t felt sadness or longing for home in years now.
Dean squeezes him when he remains quiet, offering strength and comfort. Castiel
sighs contently and closes his eyes. “You keep saying no.”
“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to, Cas. You’re too young.” Dean’s voice
is strained, his grip on Castiel getting tighter and tighter. It hurts Dean,
too; it has to. That only confuses Castiel further.
He pulls away from Dean, standing up and pacing across the floor. “I was too
young when Michael came to my house and forced my mother to give me up so he
could bring me to you. I was six, Dean. I couldn’t consent to what was
happening, then. But I can now, and I’m saying yes.”
Dean sits up in the bed with his legs bent, resting his elbows on his knees.
“That right there is why I’m not gonna let you say yes, yet. What you’re asking
for can’t be undone. If you decide in ten more years that you made a mistake,
there’s nothing either of us can do about it.”
Castiel rolls his eyes and paces in a circle, restless enough that the lake is
responding to his distress. The whole temple rocks as waves break across the
walls. “That’s not what I meant for you to take from that.”
“Yeah, I figured.” Dean stands and walks over to him, stopping him with gentle
hands on his shoulders. The lake calms, though the temple still moves. “I will
give you what you’re asking for, Cas, I promise, but not yet.”
Castiel leans forward and rests his head against Dean’s shoulder, comforted by
the contact despite his frustration with the deity. “You’re hardly ever here.
Everything is so quiet when you’re gone, Dean. The temple is empty without you,
and I can’t go with you unless you make me yours.”
“I know.” Dean hooks a finger under his chin and tilts his head up until
they’re looking each other in the eye. “I can give you anything else you want,
Cas. Anything under my domain, alright? I can make you new stars, build you a
new temple to live in, if you want.”
The air is heavy around them, the smell of the flowers on the lake being blown
in through the window. Moonlight pours across Castiel’s back, pressing into his
tense muscles like fingers to try and relax him. He doesn’t know what to say,
what he wants if Dean won’t remake him.
Dean frowns, then looks up at the moon, a piece of his flesh hanging in the sky
and reflecting light from his brother back onto the planet. “I can change my
face, move the craters and everything around until you like it more.”
Castiel smiles for just a second as he listens to Dean’s offers. He knows Dean
would make good on every single one. Anything Castiel asks, Dean will do for
him, just to make him happy. It’s what makes Dean such a wonderful god to
serve. He takes care of his followers, blesses and defends them without
hesitation. Perhaps the strangest thing about him is that he’s as vulnerable as
a human. Just as prone to doubting himself and just as fearful of losing the
ones he cares about. Castiel might be the only one who knows it, but it’s true.
Dean looks back at him, eyes glowing softly. “Tell me how to fix this.”
Castiel cups Dean’s face in his hands. “I just want to be closer to you.”
Lips press to his palm, Dean closing his eyes as he kisses his way to Castiel’s
wrist. “I can be here anytime you want.”
The stubble around Dean’s lips tickles Castiel’s skin, making him smile. “I was
actually thinking of something more immediate.”
Dean makes a questioning noise as he turns his head and kisses Castiel’s other
hand. “Tell me.”
Castiel swallows roughly, and he wonders if Dean can hear his heart speeding
up. “Alfie isn’t the only virgin in the temple.”
The kisses stop, and Dean opens his eyes. He takes a slow breath and stands at
full height in front of Castiel, almost a full head taller in this form. “Cas,
giving me this—”
“I’ve been trying to give you more for the past three years, but you won’t let
me.” Castiel wraps his arms around Dean’s shoulders and pulls them flush
together.
Dean grabs his sides, and Castiel can feel his hands shaking. “Wouldn’t you
rather do this with another human? Michael, maybe?”
“Not for my first time.” Castiel kisses the bolt of Dean’s jaw, then slides his
lips along the stubbled skin until he can speak into Dean’s ear. “The prophecy
says I’m yours already, Dean. Just fucking take me.”
Dean gives a full-body shiver and grabs at him, hauling him up from the ground
by his ass. Suspended in the air, he presses his mouth to Dean’s. A god
probably shouldn’t sound so wounded while kissing. Castiel moans and kicks at
Dean’s shorts clumsily, pleased when they’re suddenly gone.
The touch of moonlight on his skin changes, digging in and pulling at him like
it could rip him right into the sky and keep him there. It’s a promise, he
knows. He believes that Dean will give him what he wants, what he was born to
have, but it won’t be any time soon, and that frustrates him. At least he can
have this.
They turn for the bed, and Castiel breaks the kiss. “Not here.”
Dean frowns, but stops. “Then where?”
A slow smile spreads Castiel’s lips. “The Font.”
Light flares in the whites of Dean’s eyes, glowing for a just a moment before
it dies back down. Castiel knew the effect before he even spoke the words. The
Font is the holiest spot in the temple, a pool of water never touched by sun
and always touched by the moon. He found it on his own years ago, used to swim
and bathe in it. Dean used to play with him. Those memories alone are
practically sacrilege.
Dean nods as the shadows grab them and consume them. It’s only a second, but
the darkness is total, complete. Castiel feels so at peace in it. Then the
light of the moon is back, and they’re floating along the lake at the edge of
the Font’s platform.
The flowers that always grace the lake’s surface float toward them, the pollen
dusting their centers glowing brighter as they near. Dean steps into the water
and goes to his knees with Castiel still in his arms. The water crawls up
Castiel’s skin as they enter it, another aspect of Dean fighting to touch him.
He sighs just before his head goes under the surface.
For a moment he holds his breath, content until his lungs begin to burn. Dean
just looms over him in the water, calm and still. He has faith, so he shoves
his fear aside and breathes. The smile Dean gives him is clear through the holy
water they’re lying in. It fills his lungs beautifully, heavier and more
fulfilling than air.
The water presses against his skin as a formless touch, massaging down his
back, but stopping just shy of Dean’s hands on his ass. Everything is trying to
consume him here. No matter if he is Dean’s Chosen, the only human alive who
can bear a god’s power, he is still just a human. Dean is almost as old as this
planet. From the time that humans had a word for the moon, Dean has been alive.
The power he holds is as eternal as the lights in the night sky, the shadows
they create, and the water that sustains all life.
Dean is one of the most powerful gods in the whole pantheon, and Castiel is
offering himself up at the altar for whatever brutality or tenderness a god can
show.
Castiel hikes his legs up higher and gasps when he feels the water brush
against his hole with intent. The touch presses into him, urging him to relax
and open. Dean smiles against his skin as he arches his back and accepts more
holy water into his body.
The pool is restless around them, the water warming with every breath Castiel
takes. Maybe they should have gone to the bottom of the lake, into pure shadow
and darkness, no air for a hundred feet. Moonlight is dancing over his face,
playing with his hair and skin. If they’d gone that deep, he’d have missed this
touch.
Dean slides a finger into him, replacing the water that was working him open.
He’s done this to himself enough, spread his legs in front of his window and
shown Dean all of himself. Provoking a god is much harder than it sounds. He
relaxes, safe and complete under the water and under Dean.
There’s no rush, not really, but Dean’s touch is still urgent and impatient.
Castiel’s eyes flutter as Dean slips another finger in and opens him enough to
allow some water back inside. Whispers fill the water, sweet words pouring into
him. He’s heard these same whispers in his dreams when Dean’s visited him, ones
where they’ve walked side by side and Castiel has felt a taste of the power
Dean has waiting for him.
Castiel pushes down on Dean’s fingers, drawing them all the way in. The water
around them shakes, vibrating like the Earth around them is quaking. Dean bites
at his shoulder and slips another finger in easily. His hole is spread wide
with holy water and Dean’s fingers fucking him. He can feel the water twisting
erratically, shifting around inside him, rubbing him everywhere Dean isn’t
already touching.
It can’t just be curiosity driving the frenzy. For all that Dean has played at
being patient all these years, he does want to claim Castiel. Every dream,
every idle touch and soothing word, all of them have been poor attempts to cope
with the desperation they both feel.
Dean presses a firm kiss just beneath Castiel’s ear and pulls his fingers out,
the water sliding away with them. Castiel turns his head so he can press his
mouth to Dean’s, offering up the water in his lungs as he spreads his legs
wider. However much Dean wants to take, he’ll give.
The kiss breaks as Dean pulls back enough to look him in the eye. Castiel’s
knees are just beneath Dean’s shoulders; he's bent almost in half as Dean
finally starts sliding into him. He shifts his hips and tries to get Dean to
move faster, but the god just smiles at him and grabs his waist to keep him
still.
A quiet echo fills the water, Dean’s voice teasing him. “You offered to serve.
Now be good for me.”
Castiel whines and glares at Dean as best he can, but it just earns him another
amused grin. Dean bottoms out and grinds against his ass, filling him as much
as possible, then pulls back until Castiel feels almost empty. He only has a
second to mourn the feeling before Dean thrusts back in quickly.
He throws his head back and smacks it against the stone of the pool. Dean lifts
him up and holds him so close there isn’t even an inch of space left between
them.
“Careful, Cas.” Dean kisses below his ear and grinds into him again, taking his
time to savor the body offered up so freely to his use.
Castiel shivers and turns his head to the side, praying that Dean might leave a
mark. If he truly is Dean’s, then he wants something left behind to prove it.
Dean growls and bites at his neck. “You’re proof enough on your own, Cas.
You’re mine. The blood in your veins, every inch of your skin, your soul and
life are mine. I don’t need to mark what’s already mine.”
Castiel digs his nails into Dean’s skin and rolls his hips to meet each thrust
as a familiar heat builds in his stomach. He feels so full, as close to
complete as he’s ever been. His heart beats hard in his chest and he’s sure
Dean can hear it, can feel it. The water moves against his skin like hands,
greedy to feel him and be felt.
Dean’s arms wrap tight around his midsection, and then he’s being hauled up
above the surface. He forces the water out of his lungs, the air almost too
light when he inhales it. Moonlight dancing across his skin makes up for it. It
curls around his ear and whispers like a song, encouraging him to give into the
pleasure, to give himself up. Stubble-dusted kisses scratch along his jaw,
Dean’s breath ragged in his ear.
He can only cling while Dean fucks up into him roughly, the new angle punching
every noise out of his mouth, turning his moans into sobs as his cock throbs
between them. A feather light touch tickles his head and foreskin, little
slivers of moonlight greedy to push him to completion. Shadow grabs wherever
the moon can’t touch, every inch of his skin burning. They work him over so
softly it hurts, swirling around the head and barely grazing his balls.
His breath gets caught in his chest, his head airy and floating as ringing
fills his ears. Light explodes behind his eyes as he comes, and he almost
wonders if Dean can see it. Come splashes up his chest, painting him in hot
stripes as he clenches and squeezes Dean.
If Dean wasn’t holding him, he’s sure he’d just collapse where he is, soil the
holy water further and have his lungs fill with water all over again. Dean’s
thrusts jolt his entire body, forcing his breath from him the rougher they
become. Castiel looks at the moon and sees a halo of light around it swell,
then break apart as Dean stills inside him and groans. The stars seem to shake
in the sky with the sound, but that could also just be Castiel himself shaking.
He breathes out a sigh as Dean kisses up his neck. It’s not everything he
wants, but it’s more than enough to soothe the restless parts of him. The font
moves back toward the temple, ready to be taken in and cleaned.
Castiel smiles and catches a kiss as he thinks about the priests cleaning come
out of the basin. Dean chuckles and nips his lower lip.
Shadows swallow them, and then they’re back in Castiel’s room. He pulls away
from Dean and sprawls out in his bed on his stomach. Gentle touches crawl up
his back and all around his legs, the shadows that pulled them back here greedy
for more of what the moon and water got. More aspects of his god’s greed.
Dean sits at the head of his bed and chases shadows out of his hair. “I can
stay until morning.”
Castiel looks up at Dean and leans into the hand sliding down to cradle his
jaw. “You could stay later.”
A flash of old loneliness and sadness returns in an instant as Dean smiles at
him. “I have to stay with the moon, you know that. I can come back every night,
but I can’t be here in the day.”
If Dean didn’t look miserable about it, too, Castiel could be angry. But he
trusts Dean, and he knows his god never breaks a promise.
“You’ll come back every night?” Castiel grabs Dean’s hand where it sits on his
cheek.
Dean nods and gives a small grin. “Every night, Cas.”
It won’t make sunlight hurt any less, but he might be able to live easier if
his nights aren’t empty.
 
Chapter End Notes
     so this is like 2 months late. depression kinda ruins writing
     schedules :[ anyway, beta work done by the incomparable eliza, who
     fixes basically everything ever and is just awesome. she's also a
     fantastic writer and my best friend so how's that for bonuses?
     thank you for reading, please let me know what you think with a
     comment :3
***** Consumed *****
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The children sing beautifully, their voices like bells ringing through the
halls. Castiel can hear them from his room, little priests- and priestesses-to-
be sent from all over the world to study here at the lake temple. Dean was as
surprised as anyone when the stars moved to make this year his year. He’d been
downright bashful about it.
Castiel felt it was a sign. The stars and the Earth joining to tell them it was
finally time. After sixteen years of waiting and making do with a maddening
amount of absence, Castiel was finally ready to be made into who he was born to
be. Dean would touch his soul and claim him in his entirety.
All the priests have remarked at his progress. He’s grown into his abilities as
the Chosen. Michael says soon there won’t be anything left they can teach him.
If even they can see it, then surely Dean does too.
For the last ten years Dean has kept true to his word, never missing a single
night in Castiel’s company. It isn’t all sex, of course. Sometimes Dean brings
him gifts from all around the world. Flowers and honey from temples oceans away
that he’ll be able to visit when he’s remade. His room is full of a world he’s
never seen.
Outside the sun finally sinks completely below the horizon. Castiel can feel it
leave in his blood. The night is truly present, and Dean will be here soon.
Castiel walks onto the balcony Dean built him last year. The jasmine started
blooming last week, filling the air with a scent he wishes he could wear. He
watches the last sliver of lightness in the sky shrink, a smile lifting his
lips when he feels Dean arrive. He’s been coming in through the front door
since the children arrived, greeting and blessing them. Dean is a very active
and loving god. Castiel feels lucky to be his Chosen. He watches the last of
the orange in the sky fade to a bloody red as Dean makes his way up into the
tower.
Warmth fills his body, the same way it always does, and he feels a hand on his
shoulder.
“Want to go for a walk?” Dean asks.
Castiel stands and nods, feeling the shadows overtake him as soon as he does.
Darkness covers his eyes for just a moment, and when it’s gone he and Dean are
in the forest at the edge of the lake. The air is charged here, filled with
excitement. He’s used to the way the land around the temple responds to Dean,
calls to him, but this is more than Castiel has ever felt before. It’s almost
like it’s reacting to him as well.
Dean walks quickly toward the altar tree. Neither of them speaks; they just
keep moving faster and faster until Castiel is running after Dean, both of them
laughing at what feels like a game of tag. With all his age, Dean is still
young in spirit.
The forest opens up in a clearing around the tree, whose thick trunk towers
above the canopy. Castiel hadn’t realized how much it’s grown in the last year.
Dean grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him with his back against the tree.
A rough wind whips around the tree and tears through the forest, its sound
creating a roar that sends a shiver down Castiel’s spine. He meets Dean’s eyes,
the whites of them turned black as the sky and bleeding steadily into his
irises. Small points of light fade in, and Castiel holds his breath as he sees
constellations float across Dean’s eyes. He reaches up and cups Dean’s face in
his hands.
A loving smile curls Dean’s lips as he leans in and presses them to Castiel’s.
Dean presses himself flat against Castiel, his hands rough and desperate as
they slide down to Castiel’s hips. The wind picks up as Castiel slides his
tongue into Dean’s mouth. There’s so much energy in the air Castiel worries
where it will all go.
Dean breaks the kiss and pants against his skin, licking his jaw and down to
his neck. “Happy birthday, Cas.”
Castiel frowns and tilts his head to offer Dean more of his skin. As he opens
his mouth to speak, to say it isn’t actually his birthday, the understanding
washes over him. He grabs Dean’s head and pulls him back, searching the
reflection of the sky in Dean’s eyes, connecting the dots of the constellation
floating there. It’s the one he was born under.
Dean’s throat clicks on a swallow, and Castiel can feel how nervous he is.
“Please say yes.”
Castiel’s entire body deflates, a weight he’s held for sixteen years
disappearing. “I’ve been saying yes for thirteen years. Of course, yes,
please!”
Dean wastes no time in putting his mouth back over Castiel’s. For a moment
Castiel confuses it for a kiss, but then he feels the burn of starlight pouring
down his throat. It fills his chest first, then surges outward into every inch
of his body. The charge that had been following them drains from the air and
fills him instead. Light rushes into his head and out of his eyes, blinding
him. There’s no pain, just pure light. He can feel his mortal soul die and come
back as something greater. Every star in the universe sings to him, binding
themselves to him. The blindness remains for several minutes, and in that time
Castiel sees every second of his life replaying in front of him. The wind
settles, and when it dies down entirely, Castiel feels himself slipping into
unconsciousness. The shadows overtake him again and hold him with greed as he
lapses into sleep.
When the light of the moon reaches him again, he feels that several hours have
passed. The night is darkest, and the sun will rise in two short hours. They’re
not in the forest anymore. Instead the roof of the temple is cool and sturdy
against his back where he lies. Castiel looks over and sees Dean lying beside
him, all traces of his human form gone. His eyes are still dark, and his body
looks like a chunk of the moon was ripped out of the sky and molded into the
form of a man. There are craters littering his skin that Castiel has seen on
the moon above. He reaches out and runs his fingers across Dean’s jaw, dust
left behind on his fingertips.
The rock shifts and splits open to form a mouth, more light pouring out as Dean
speaks. “Happy birthday, Cas.”
Castiel smiles and closes his eyes, feeling the depth of his power and his
connection to Dean. He’s waited for what felt like so long, but it was just a
blink compared to the time he has now.
“I have to visit someone,” Castiel says.
“Do you want me to come?” Dean asks.
“Yes, please.” Castiel smiles and looks at Dean again. “Though, you’ll need to
bind yourself into a human form again.”
Dean smiles back at him and begins reining in his power.
                                      ▬▬▬
The night is quickly turning light, the stars drowned out by the impending
sunrise. Castiel stares at his childhood home. He thought it would have been
larger. The pond he bathed in so long ago greets him with reverence, the small
fish in it coming up as a single school to honor him. Dean stands behind him
silently, making himself as small as a god can.
Castiel begins to walk to the house, more at peace than he has been for a
while. Right as he steps onto the porch, the back door opens, and his mother
steps outside. Her hair has gained some grey over the last twenty years, but
she’s still beautiful. There are only a few seconds of confusion before her
eyes widen and she has to catch herself against the doorway.
“Castiel?” she asks, her eyes quickly filling with tears.
He smiles and nods. “Hello, Mom.”
She practically leaps into a hug, sobbing into his shoulder. Castiel takes a
deep breath and smells her perfume. It’s been twenty years and suddenly all of
it is wiped away. He buries his face into his mother’s neck and holds her
tightly.
The weight of the time is lifting, peace filling them both. He knows she’s had
other children, that he has a sister in all the time he’s been gone. The house
hasn’t been left empty around her. There isn’t enough time left in the night
for him to stay, but there are decades left for him to visit and reward the
woman who gave him life for her patience and sacrifice.
Castiel feels Dean’s fingers gently comb through his hair, and for the first
time in his life he feels truly whole.
Chapter End Notes
     incredibly pleased to have finally finished this. it's taken quite a
     while to finish because of my depression, and it's a huge relief to
     have it done and to like the final chapter. so many thanks to my
     lovely beta, eliza, who is imnotleavinherewithoutyou on tumblr. she
     is both patient and encouraging and saves my ass on the regular.
     please leave a review and let me know what you think of the story.
     thank you for reading
End Notes
     heyyy, long time no fic, eh? this has been sitting around unfinished
     for a damn long time (cough since before halloween of last year), and
     i want to fix that. here's chapter 1 of 3. sex next chapter, which
     should go up in one week, two max if my laptop isn't fixed soon like
     it should be.
     please, pleeaase comment and tell me what you think! until next time
     ;]
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