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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Jessica_Moore/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Bobby_Singer, Jessica_Moore,
      Pamela_Barnes, Chuck_Shurley, Becky_Rosen
  Additional Tags:
      Werewolf-AU, Pack_Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating, Half-
      breeds, Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, pregnant!Jess, but_no_male_pregnancy!,
      because_I´m_no_good_at_writing_that, there_is_hetero_love_too, what_a
      shock..., young!Cas, Bestiality
  Series:
      Part 1 of Seasons_Change
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-13 Completed: 2013-04-02 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 16675
****** Winter´s Breath ******
by Harley_N_Joker
Summary
     Since Castiel´s fifth birthday he had decided that winter was his
     most favorite season ever.
     But never, not in his wildest dreams, had he imagined his ordinary
     village life to change so drastically on an innocent, snowy New
     Year´s Eve.
     Barely escaping from his burning village and the claws of a strange,
     giant wolf-man only to almost freeze to death under a tree weren´t
     exactly Castiel´s future plans.
     Fortunately not all wolves seemed to be carnivorous and the one
     currently snuggling closer to his side was warm and oh so very soft.
     OR
     The one where Castiel is a human child who suddenly finds himself in
     the company of strange wolves...or people turning into
     wolves...or...well, it´s hard for him to grasp. Luckily the future
     alpha is very willing to help solving his problems with himself and
     inside the group.
     OR
     I really, really suck like hell at summaries and just hope you are
     interested enough to just overlook how bad I am at this.
Notes
     I know I have some other work to do but I always wanted to write a
     Supernatural/Werwolf cross-over and well, it just hit me. I hope I´m
     gonna do well. If not then I hope you flame my butt right from this
     site.
     All remaining mistakes are mine. I thank my better half, Harley, for
     correcting the most obvious ones.
     Anyway, enjoy reading.
***** Unwelcome Surprises *****
Since Castiel´s fifth birthday he had decided that winter was his most favorite
season ever.

Admittedly the frost had turned the soil of their little field into hard, solid
granite and the few animals still strong enough to withstand the cold were
probably shivering in the barn even though their neighbors had lent very
helping hands in repairing it. However the boy couldn´t help but watch the
white, filigree flakes gracefully gliding towards his and his mother´s bedroom
window with unbridled happiness.

Their complexity had always fascinated him. How could something so delicate not
made by human hands look exactly like the next one but still be so unique?
Castiel wondered if it was part of God´s plan making him ponder whether there
was some connection between the individuality of snowflakes and humans. Then
again he always found something extraordinary to think about. His mother said
that made his charm, the townspeople said it made him strange.

Castiel sighed heavily and pressed his overly warm hand against the cool glass
in front of him. Thanks to his mother´s good care a big fire was slowly eating
its way through the beech wood in the hearth on the other side of the room. He
knew he should have been asleep for at least two hours now given that it was
the last day of the year and his mother still considered a thirteen year old
boy a tiny child needing his rest so he would not become grumpy when the eve
grew late. Castiel of course had protested loudly, as was his good right he
thought, but all the begging and bargaining had turned out to be futile. After
all he knew his mother only wanted his best and Castiel had to admit grudgingly
she was almost always right.

So he had bowed to her will, leaning his head upwards for a soft kiss pressed
to his forehead, and accepted his fate. And in the end he got carried away by
the soft snowfall. How surprising…

He pushed himself away from the mesmerizing sight, not without a little inner
turmoil beforehand, and bedded his black-haired head on the warm linen sheets.
Closing his eyes he wondered how the festivities of this year might look like.
Would there be a huge feast like the last one where their neighbor Mister
Miller had given three ox and five chicken to be fed to the town? Or would
Mister White, the town´s smith, create a new explosive powder to lighten up the
sky again? He could still remember the…fireworks he believed the older children
had called it. Bright red and yellow colors looking as beautiful and complex as
his beloved snowflakes flashed before his inner eye and before he knew it
Castiel was gliding smoothly into a deep slumber.
 
The sharp smell of smoke filling his nostrils brought him back to reality in a
quite uncomfortable way. Sleepily Castiel made a note to check the windows for
any draught as soon as he was able to. He stretched his limbs like a lazy cat
and wondered if the festival had already begun. If so then why hadn´t his
mother woken him up already? Perhaps she was overly busy with organizing things
that had been dumped on her the last minute because she was too good a soul to
simply say no.

Just as he was contemplating staying in bed for a few moments longer to escape
possible tasks still needing to be done he heard the screams.

First Castiel thought them to be the joyous shouts and dirty laughs of the
older girls and boys who always played their very odd game of hide-and-seek at
New Year´s Eve but the longer he listened the more he decided there was
something shady about it. And when he strained his ears a little bit more he
could hear the sounds of breaking wood and of…fearful animals desperately
trying to run for their lives?

Confused he opened his still sleepy eyes and had to blink a few times to
realize that no he wasn´t getting blind and that it was indeed thick, black
smoke just mere inches away from his face filling the small room to the
ceiling. Castiel was awake immediately and scrambled hastily out of bed hoping
a spark from the hearth hadn´t begun setting the carpet on fire, as it had once
five years ago and nearly burned down half the house, but as he kneeled in
front of the ashes of a once respectable fire without even a hint of singed
wood the relief he felt was only shortly lived. Instead he felt dread´s cold
and clammy hands take a strong hold of his insides when his gaze finally
travelled out of the now half-sooty window.

The village was aflame!

Hastily he rubbed the glass clean with the sleeve of his rumpled linen shirt to
make sure it was just a simple bonfire somebody had lit up out of pure
merriment. However as he watched their neighbor´s house slowly collapse under
the hungry attention of sharp, yellow teeth it suddenly felt as if all spirit
was sucked out of his body and despite the hot temperature of the room he began
to shiver in ice-cold sweat.

“Castiel! Castiel, darling, please answer me!” someone shouted through the
thick haze of the boy´s mind and he immediately recognized his mother´s voice,
smiling slightly despite the grave situation.

The bedroom door burst open and Castiel found himself in a crushing embrace
before he could even utter one word. Jittery hands ran through his hair and
over his body, to make sure he was still in one piece Castiel mused, and his
mother began mumbling numerous endearments he couldn´t quite grasp into his
black strands.

“We need to go, sweetheart. No time to pack. Just out of here. Now!” she said
surprisingly steady given her overly agitated behavior and after one last kiss
to his forehead and a smile she had to know wasn´t even remotely convincing his
mother grabbed his right wrist like a vice and dragged him out of their home
into the afire night.
 
The winter wind lapped at Castiel´s overly warm cheeks with icy tongues and his
still slightly sleepy feet fought bravely against the knee-high snow, its wet
coldness slowly crawling up his legs. So after a few hardly won feet away from
their beloved home the boy was ashamed to admit he was out of breath and the
shivers wrecking his body weren´t helping at all but his mother wouldn´t
tolerate his body´s demands for a break and continued dragging him almost
brutally through the thick snow-laden bushes.

“Mother, where are we going? What´s happening? Why is the village on fire? Is
somebody raiding us?” The questions flowed out of his mouth even though
Castiel´s teeth had begun clattering very loudly. His mother though ignored
them all just pulling him tighter to her while leading him, and this he just
noticed now when the shouts and growls were growing quieter slowly, away from
the town and into the dark forest nearby.

The elders had told them many stories a night about the woods and its secrets.

“It has its very own temper, laddies and lasses. So beware what flower or
mushroom you pick or what deer or boar you hunt. If you don´t thank them
properly by offering them a mighty fine poem or a share of your hunt they may
lead you into your demise and you will be cursed to wander their depths until
some of their darker creatures gets a whiff of you…”

The children around the great fire they always created on a warm summer night
had shivered in joyful anxiety knowing the best part of the old men´s tale was
yet to come.

“For there are beasts hiding in the shadows you cannot even imagine in your
fiercest nightmares. Eyes to find every prey they desire, a nose to scent even
the smallest drop of fearful sweat, strong legs to outrun even the swiftest of
the swift, claws so sharp they tear through the strongest mail and a mouth full
of fangs to devour the sweet, innocent flesh of the unaware child who dared to
find its way into the beast´s territory.”

A silent murmur went through the young audience, not sure whether to believe
what their ears just witnessed or to dismiss it as a simple story to teach them
to respect nature and not exploit it. At least they knew of the dangers from
experience. Some of them had a father or brother never returning from one of
the men´s hunts, forever bound to the uncertainty of what had happened to them.
Because every time the party returned with one man less, faces shielded and
eyes hardened to the world´s beauties, they kept strangely quiet about what
happened to their companion. They just offered silent condolences to the new
widow and began skinning and preparing their hunt to be shared between the
people.

Perhaps it was nothing more than a mere accident. After all the woods bordered
on a steep coast and it was imaginable that in the rush of a hunt an unsteady
foot would lose its ground and lead its owner to a deathly fall. And given the
rarity of the missing hunters it was a commonly accepted reason. The uneasiness
however never quite faded but without evidence of some fantastical supernatural
creature slaughtering the men it would remain just that: an uneasy feeling.

Of this Castiel had to think while fighting his way through the powdery white
mess. It had grown dark around them – thick, broad treetops, though leafless
and only slightly covered with snow, hiding moon and stars. His mother´s
breathing was labored and her pull not as strong as mere minutes ago and
judging from the strong color of her cheeks she was finally feeling the cold as
strongly as him despite their exercise. He, for example, had lost every feeling
in his feet and arms by now and was wondering whether he would ever regain it.

Castiel was so lost in his thoughts about what was worse, losing a limb by
animal or frost, that he didn´t see his mother stopping in her tracks suddenly.
Luckily, or not, he couldn´t feel the pain in his nose when he bumped against
her lightly clothed shoulder. When he stepped next to her still form to follow
her gaze into the darkness in front of them Castiel felt the blood in his veins
freeze too.

Two large yellow eyes were watching them carefully from the shadows and between
the harsh, fast beats of his heart Castiel could definitely hear the animals
growling pants. That crushed his hope for it just being a frightened, peaceful
woodland creature.

“Castiel, sweetheart…” his mother´s wavering voice whispered into his ear and
she squeezed his right shoulder softly. “I want you to listen to me honey,
alright?”

Castiel nodded shakily, his eyes never leaving the beast slowly creeping out of
the shadows towards them. The animal looked like a wolf but much bigger
and…apparently entirely wrong proportioned. As it got closer Castiel noticed
strong muscled arms where the wolf´s forelegs should have been. They looked
human though covered with thick gray fur and red splotches of, Castiel
suspected with dread, blood and ended in long, sharp, hand-shaped claws. Bile
began to rise in his throat when the – monster was the first word to come to
his mind – man-wolf´s mouth twisted into a malicious grin full of crooked,
yellowed fangs.

“Do not stare at him, Castiel!” his mother hissed when she caught him staring
wide-eyed at the creature and pushed his head downwards quickly. Her hand now
twisting in his strands shook severely and did nothing to quell the dark fear
manifesting in his chest.

Castiel had never thought of his mother as an easily frightened housewife only
educated in sweeping floors and cooking meals. After his father had been
murdered on a travel to a nearby village she alone was the one to earn money
and raise Castiel for unfortunately he had been their only child. She taught
him how to build and repair a house, how to tell an edible mushroom from a
poisonous one and how to darn his clothes never asking for help from any man of
their town, though she had never declined if offered.
But to see her now, eyes wide and filled with unhidden fear, her body shivering
violently not only from the cold and her nervous breaths indicating her quick,
fluttering heartbeat, told him this monster – whatever it was in the end –
could and certainly would be their death. The realization made a hearty sob
escape his throat.

“It´s alright, darling…everything is going to be alright. Just listen to me.
Just listen…” even though Castiel desperately wanted to believe that her
rambling words just made him more anxious.

And the beast was drawing closer and closer. Its growls almost sounded
impatient now as if it was tired of watching this charade and finally wanted to
get to the good and bloody part.

“Stay calm, let him come…” he saw his mother´s legs step in front of him,
afraid he would look into the wolf´s eyes again when he raised his own. Her
hand stroked his hair once, twice before it left him entirely and took his
mother´s warmth with it.

“When he charges I want you to run. As fast as you can, yes?” she whispered
lovingly, her voice strong and without a trace of fear.

Castiel wanted to say no, to shake his head and tell her what she intended to
do was the stupidest idea he had ever heard. She could not possibly think of
sacrificing her own life just to save him. He had already suffered enough by
losing his father, he knew he would never be able to cope with losing his
mother, too.

Instead of keeping her from fulfilling the insane quest she had set her mind on
Castiel leaned his forehead onto her shoulder and let hot, painful tears soak
into her dress.

“I know, honey…but I need you to be strong. Can you be strong for me, Castiel?”
he nodded shakily and tried to force his tears back. There would be the right
time to cry but it wasn´t now.

The soft snow crunched under the creature´s massive body. It could only be just
a few feet remaining between them.

“Good. When I tell you to run, you do. Go west, far west, until you reach the
center of the forest. Never stop. Never look back. Not even…just don´t. Call
for Bobby. Help will come.” Castiel nodded again, his mind not dwelling on the
strangeness of his mother´s request. He saw it as her last will and would
perform it with perfection.

The footsteps stopped and a pregnant silence enveloped them.

“I love you, mother…” his voice sounded muffled from tears and fabric but
Castiel was sure his mother understood nevertheless. She had to…

“Run Castiel…RUN!”

A deafening howl pierced his ears and before Castiel even knew what had
happened he felt branches and twigs tearing at his linen clothes and reddened
cheeks. He ran and ran not knowing where he was going only that it should be
west…was west…had to be west…

When Castiel heard his mother´s terrified scream his feet immediately slowed
down and his heart demanded that he turn around and help her. What kind of
ungrateful bastard was he to leave her alone with that monster even if she had
ordered him to? She was his mother for goodness sake! How would he ever be able
to look at his reflection again? He was as much a monster as the one killing
his mother right now! He had abandoned her and therefore caused her death!

Castiel had killed his own mother…

Blinded by those accusations and fresh tears gathering in his eyes he didn´t
see the large root partially hidden by the snow on the way.

Castiel wasn´t fast enough to react and so he landed face-first into the cold,
white sea beneath him. The exact minute his left cheek hit the earth a fierce
pain told him he had cut it pretty badly. Blood dripped on his shirt when he
got up again on shaky legs. His feet and hands were badly scraped too but there
was no time to worry about either of the wounds now. He needed to get going if
he ever wanted to reach safety. Castiel started running again. Over frozen
streams, past a couple of deer raising their head in sudden alarm and trees too
similar to determine that he was heading in the right direction or not.

With every labored breath he took Castiel noticed how exhaustion slowly
overtook the adrenaline ebbing away in his veins. He wouldn´t be able to keep
up his pace or even the movement of his muscles for much longer. And strangely
enough this thought scared him more than imagining the beast coming after him
for dessert. Hopefully he would reach the middle of the woods before that. He
owed that to his mother and after what he had seen of the village to all of the
other people not fortunate enough to live through the night.

Castiel drew all of his inner strength and pushed by a broad group of trees
just to see…a clearing…finally! But was it really the center? What if not and
he had been running into the wrong direction all along? A tree-less area could
just be an area where no trees and other plants were willing to grow. Castiel
shook his head defiantly.

No, this was it! He wouldn´t let his mother´s death be in vain!

“Bobby…” he shouted or better tried to. His voice was nothing but a harsh
whisper due to fear and running stealing his breath. But Castiel wouldn´t give
up. If he had to he would scream this man´s name until his voice was completely
gone.

“Bobby.” He called again louder this time, the last remains of his hope for
safety giving him strength.

“Bobby, please! I need help!”

Castiel repeated the procedure of shouting, turning his head to look around the
clearing and shouting even louder for several minutes, maybe hours even, but
nothing happened and after some more half-hearted attempts he just stopped
altogether. Sighing he sat down at the foot of the biggest tree the area had to
offer.

He was going to die. There was no longer any doubt in Castiel´s mind about
that. At least the thought of dying while trying was much more comforting than
being caught by the beast and torn to shreds. It meant he´d tried to honor his
mother´s wish and that thought gave him a certain kind of peace.

A twig snapped to his right but Castiel felt suddenly too dizzy to turn his
head. It seemed he was wrong again and the monster had finally found him. He
closed his eyes in defeat and contemplated asking it for a few more minutes
until exhaustion and the cold had taken his consciousness but dismissed it as a
stupid idea his clouded mind had conjured to give him one final, bitter laugh.

Something warm and incredibly soft pressed gently against his shoulder and if
Castiel wasn´t delirious yet then he could hear quiet whines, too. He let his
body lean onto the furry creature next to him smiling slightly about his luck
to find at least one friendly animal in these woods. To his surprise rather
than leaving him, now that he was confirmed to be no threat, it snuggled closer
to him almost as if it wanted to shield him from the cold with its huge body.
But that was just wishful thinking. Perhaps the animal, a wolf by the
whimpering snuffles and if that wasn´t ironic, just mistook him for one of its
cubs and was therefore not interested in feasting on his flesh.

Whatever the reason Castiel somehow knew the creature would not harm him. Maybe
it even had heard him…calling…no, that couldn´t be. There was no way this wolf
was the Bobby his mother had talked about. But then again after everything he
had seen and experienced tonight…

“Bobby?” he asked cautiously.

The wolf above him froze and after a few moments of lying on his chest like a
dead animal it withdrew and left him again to the cold´s strong bite. Castiel
groaned disgruntled and tried to lift one arm to pull the animal and its warmth
back to him but wasn´t successful. His body was heavy like lead, not reacting
to even the simple command of opening his eyes.

“Please…” he begged not certain whether the wolf was able to actually
understand him or whether it was still sitting at his side at all.

“Bobby…please…help…”

A hot mouth embracing his body, lifting him gently from the ground and a low
growl were the last things Castiel was aware of before darkness finally
overtook his exhausted mind.
***** Meeting The Family *****
Chapter Notes
     If you think of a dwarf while reading about Bobby then you are not
     alone. Harley mentioned it to me when she was proof-reading and I
     immediately blamed the many Hobbit-fanfics for that...
     But damn, they are good!
     And everything in italic is werewolf-ish.
When Castiel finally re-entered the world of the conscious he immediately
wished to go back to the dark, comforting place of neither knowing nor feeling.
There was pain and lots of it.
Every rasping, shallow breath he took burned like fire in his chest. Sweat
trickled down his temples and nose right into the cut on his cheek making it
sting incredibly.
His body was wrecked with violent shivers and throaty coughs. And his limbs
were still lying motionless on the bed beneath him, ignorant to every command
his mind ordered dizzily. But Castiel was alive and in his opinion aching in
every possible place he could imagine, and in some he could not, was a small
price to pay for having a second chance at seeing the world and grow old. His
eyes opened slowly and only under heavy protest and even the room´s dim light
was far too bright for him after so many...time resting.
Briefly Castiel wondered how long it actually had been since he was rescued. By
a wolf for goodness sake. Fate really worked in mysterious ways. His lips ached
when they stretched into a soft smile but the relief and happiness were too
strong to ignore.
“´bout time you woke up.” a brusque voice said from the other side of the room
and Castiel could hear multiple footsteps approaching his bed. When he turned
his head to the right he came face-to-face with the sight of three men clad in
dark leather shirts and trousers.
One of them had the size of a mountain and was towering above the other two by
several inches, his long bangs hiding most of his face as he looked down on
Castiel. A faint smile played about his lips and his brown eyes twinkled with a
curious spark as they continued examining each other.
The smaller man next to him snorted loudly with either humor or discomfort
Castiel couldn´t tell for the man´s face was much more of a stoic mask than the
other´s though his green eyes held a smoldering intensity that mesmerized
Castiel and at the same time made him feel somewhat uncomfortable like the
small prey gazing fearfully at its overwhelming predator. And so he averted his
eyes quickly not wanting to provoke any ill feelings in this man before they
hadn´t been properly introduced.
The last one of them, standing right at his head, was the oldest and smallest
of the group but stout in build and his bearded, grim face and heavy gaze
evoked a certain frightened respect inside of Castiel that made him shrink into
the warm cushion trying to look as small and meek as possible.
Castiel knew he should thank them for their hospitality, after all he was well-
educated, and offer them something in return, should introduce himself and
politely ask for their names at least. He wondered whether they would answer
his questions about the wolf that saved his life or the beast that he and
his…his mother…
“Why the sour face? Not happy to live, boy?” the bearded man asked, slight
concern marking his hardened features.
Castiel shook his head as vehemently as he could and pressed his lids together
hoping to reign over the remorse and sorrow trying to poison the delight that
had nestled in his heart. Opening his mouth, the words clear and loud in his
mind, Castiel only heard a rasping breath escape his lips followed by a few
violent coughs that shook his whole body for almost five minutes leaving him
dizzy and sweating profusely.
Suddenly there was a mug of water in front of his face and Castiel gulped it
down greedily enjoying the occasional cold droplet sliding down his over-heated
skin.
There was a chuckle next to his ear, low enough so the others probably couldn´t
hear, deep and rough around the edges but nevertheless melodic in its tune and
Castiel felt immediately drawn to it like a moth to a flame. A boyish,
mischievous smirk greeted his searching eyes along with a smooth, tan face and
if Castiel concentrated enough he could even detect freckles. The urge to count
them all one by one came unbidden to his mind but fortunately he hadn´t enough
strength left to follow it through. And so he just nodded and hoped the man
would recognize it as a sign of gratitude.
“We should let him rest for a few more days. At least until he´s able to answer
our questions with a simple yes or no.” the man told his companions and Castiel
noticed his eyes following the motion of a hand running through short brunette
hair.
The displeasure was clearly written all over the older male´s face but he kept
silent and nodded curtly before muttering something about a more important
business than playing nurse and leaving the room with a last disapproving
glance for Castiel. The men watched him leave with amusement glinting in their
eyes.
“Never seen him worry so much for someone not pack.” the huge brunette said
between chuckles.
Castiel must have made some kind of surprised noise because their twin smiles
grew even broader. If that man really just displayed worry for his well-being
than Castiel didn´t want to be on his bad side.
“Don´t worry, kid. It´s just his way to cope with the shit life´s dealt him
over the years. Inside he´s all soft and warm like freshly baked pie.”
“Don´t let him hear that. You know how he gets…”
“Yeah, yeah. Spare me the lecture, ma!”
“Very funny…”
They continued bickering like little children and Castiel should have listened
to them snickering along and smiling when one of them glanced in his direction.
And he wanted to, honestly. They seemed like good people, taking Castiel in
without knowing anything about him and caring for his injuries and comfort. But
sleep was overcoming him once again and the more bravely he fought the more
apparent was his inevitable defeat. A yawn escaped Castiel´s lips and his eyes
grew heavier with every second he watched the two males shooting playful
insults at each other, their voices slowly fading to nothing but a soothing
whisper in the back of his mind.
 
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He hated winter.
It smelled like nothing. New and clean and innocent but not worth his
attention. Sometimes he would catch a whiff of a deer or rabbit but most of the
time the smell was too weak to make out its owner´s location. So he just
ignored it as hard as it always was when his mouth began to water in
anticipation of a meal better suited for his tastes than roots and mushrooms
and vegetables.
Snow was fascinating though and playing with it simply amazing. Snapping at the
flakes falling down coloring his brown fur white made him feel like a pup again
and every time he wished Sammy was there with him. Like good old times.
He caught the scent long before he heard the pants and shouts.
It was nothing he had ever smelled before. Like earth after a sudden downpour
still soft and slick from water, spicy resin freshly bleeding out of a cut
tree, a breeze coming from over the ocean carrying the weight of unknown and
exotic odors.
He was frozen on the spot, sniffing like a mad dog trying to find the scent´s
owner. Heat began to boil inside of him. Heat that made him nervous, anxious,
excited. Made his tail waggle madly behind him like the first time he had
smelled one of the fertile females in their pack.
He needed.
Every instinct, every fiber in his body told him he had to take that heavenly
scent and make it his so nobody else could ever steal it from him.
He sniffed again, more intently now and imagined what kind of bitch he would
meet at the other end. He imagined bright and curious eyes, sleek fur and a
slender body ready to bow and bend for him whenever he wished. A submissive,
little wolf that would fulfill his every demand but harbor enough defiance to
provide the one or other passionate fight.
Reality couldn´t have been any more different.
When he reached the clearing, filled to the brim with lustful anticipation, the
only living being he saw was neither a wolf nor female at all. A boy, bruised
and battered and shivering miserably in his light clothes.
His excitement had taken a huge damper but he stayed where he was not taking
his eyes of the child for one second. This close he could smell other things
hiding behind the glory of the boy´s scent. Fear, blood, smoke and sweat were
the most prominent. The boy smelled like a frightened animal that barely
escaped its predator.
He took a few steps into the shivering human´s direction, curious and still
very much intrigued by his scent.
A twig snapped under his paws. It sounded too loud in the silence.
The child looked exhausted and hopeless when he drew near and sat next to him.
His eyes were closed in defeat and his pale skin was littered with cuts and
bruises.
It was the compassion of his human´s mind that made him breach the few inches
between them and paw at the boy´s shoulder with his head. He was as cold as
ice. Normally people and animals were dead when he found them this cold…pride
and respect for that little creature welled up in his chest mixed with a bit of
the desire he´d felt before when he saw the human smile.
He couldn´t let the boy die like this!
Not such a strong soul. Such a beautiful child. Magnificent scent. Mate…
So he laid his head on the boy´s lap hoping a few more minutes just the two of
them alone would do no more damage than the cold already had and enjoyed the
company of the one being that he so desperately wanted at his side.
 
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When Castiel awoke next it was even less pleasant than before.
He was practically bathed in cold sweat making his clothes cling to him like a
second, wet skin. His heart and breath were telling him he´d run a hundred
miles without pause and his shaking arms told him their support wouldn´t last
for much longer. But worst of all were the images clinging to him desperately.
He exhaled shakily and lay back on the soft furs of the bed. He could still see
his mother´s eyes staring at him accusingly, daring him to tell her she had
wanted him to run when he easily could have stayed to fight the beast alongside
her. Together they might have had a chance at defeating it. Together they might
have been able to flee. Together they might have stayed alive…
A warm hand stroked his cheek tenderly wiping away the tears Castiel did not
notice he had shed. He turned his attention from the stone ceiling still
holding his mother´s face to the person next to him and was greeted by lush
lips curved up into a gentle smile.
She couldn´t have been much older than him. Four, maybe five years at best, but
even at this young age she was the most beautiful girl Castiel had ever seen.
Her fine, blond hair matched her delicate nose and rosy cheeks as perfectly as
her stormy, gray eyes.
“Are you an angel?” he asked her dreamily knowing fully well he was staring at
her unabashedly but right now Castiel hadn´t even the slightest idea how to
spell shame.
Her smile only increased in intensity showing pearly white teeth in the
progress.
“Hardly…” she whispered and stroked through his sweat-dampened hair.
Castiel couldn´t help but lean into the touch that reminded him so much of his
mother´s. A content sigh escaped his lips, answered by a feminine giggle.
“My name is Jessica. And actually I didn´t come here just to coddle you.” the
girl said after a few minutes of comfortable silence between them.
And now he felt his decency return to him guiltily resulting in a slight flush
of his cheeks.
“Apologies. I didn´t mean to…” a slender finger on Castiel´s lips stopped him
from continuing his attempted ramble.
“Just tell me your name.”
“Castiel…”
Jessica nodded approvingly and before Castiel had even time to react she had
pulled the blankets and furs off of his body leaving him naked before her
twinkling eyes except for the makeshift underwear hiding his most private
parts.
“Well then Castiel, time for a bath! You reek like a room full of sweating men
covered in liquids a proper woman like me should not talk least alone think
about.” the blond exclaimed happily and shouldered, to Castiel´s immense
surprise, more than half of his weight before carrying him out of the room.
 
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The hot water was pure bliss and turned Castiel´s remaining aches into nothing
but a dull, easy to bear throb in the back of his skull. Sighing he glided
deeper into the perfumed water until his nose touched the rose petals swimming
around merrily.
Jessica had dragged him the long way to the bathing room when his legs gave up
the pretentious fight of holding him upright and Castiel was thankful for that
because he suspected she would have been strong enough to simply sling him over
her shoulder like he weighed nothing at all. Which wasn´t such an empty
assumption he supposed. After all he had been unconscious and sleeping for
almost two weeks with nothing to eat and drink but the occasional bowl of soup
and cup of water forced past his lips when he hadn´t been completely delirious.
Castiel, of course, couldn´t remember such occasions but when he asked Jessica
who his caretaker had been and whether he would meet him or her sometime soon
to show his gratitude she simply flashed her beaming smile and told him she
wasn´t allowed to tell.
But the questions she was able to answer the blond happily did.
“As you probably guessed, we are beneath the earth in caves our ancestors
carved hundreds of years ago into the stone. Naturally over the time our
population became more numerous and we needed more space than the few holes and
caverns trying to hold our numbers. So Lionel the third invented the tradition
that every new leader has to provide new living quarters for his people as a
tribute to the leaders of old to plead for prosperity and security.” she said
while she washed the grime and sweat from his hair dangling her naked legs in
the water.
“I have never heard of…your people, have I?”
Castiel tried very hard not to moan from the wonderful feelings those massaging
hands gave him but wasn´t able to catch all of them. And every time a noise did
escape his lips Jessica would just chuckle and bump his right shoulder with her
knee.
“I hope not. That would mean our alpha doesn´t do a very good job at protecting
us. Lean forward.”
Jessica´s hands left his skull and Castiel tried not to grab them and push them
forcefully back. He wouldn´t be successful anyway. So he did as he was told and
immediately a flood of rose-scented water washed over his head. It was colder
than the water he was sitting in sending a refreshing shiver through his body.
When he had shaken the excessive water from his hair Castiel turned to the side
so he could look at the girl now sitting next to him legs again dipping in the
water.
“I´d say being closed off from the rest of society is isolation rather than
protection.” the smile she sent him didn´t reach her blue eyes and Castiel
regretted uttering those words.
“That´s because you don´t know any better, Castiel. But hopefully, you will.”
And before he could ask her what that cryptic comment had meant he had to fight
for his life and dignity. Because the water fight Jessica had just announced
was totally going to be in her favor but damn his pride as a man Castiel would
fight until the end.
***** Observations *****
Chapter Notes
     Know this story´s a bit slow-paced but my mind wants it that way and
     I´m actually happy to oblige.
     Next chapter´s gonna be full of exposition, hurray...
     And I simply cannot imagine Bobby without his cap. Pretty weird
     seeing it while writing...
In his thirteen years of life Castiel had been a participant in a lot of
different greetings. Often willing and happy to return but most of the time
searching for a way out even before the person opposite had started.
Castiel had returned silent nods of acknowledgement and companionable slaps on
shoulders and backs enjoying them the most because they always made him feel
accepted and appreciated. Sometimes he regretted their rarity only to remind
himself that they would always hold a special place in his memory because of
that.
He had returned handshakes of all sorts – favoring the dry and wrench-like over
the cold and wet ones that felt like he held a dead fish in his hand – secretly
unable to comprehend why polite phrases like smiling and wishing all the best
when you actually harbored no good feelings for the other person were
obligatory.
And of course Castiel had been victim to a variety of hugs and embraces. From
the soft and loving ones of his mother over the strangely smelling and awkward
ones of all the old ladies who happened to fancy his shy and quiet behavior to
the bone-crushing, sweaty headlocks and noogies the other boys had always been
eager to grant him.
But sitting at a broad, long table with at least thirty other men and women in
a hall so big Castiel couldn´t see the ceiling and somehow knowing that every
nose was not trained on the delicacies laid out before them but on him was more
than a little strange.
Never had Castiel been sniffed at. Not by the people of their town and not by
any stranger or merchant passing through; even animals hadn´t been overly keen
on sniffing at his clothes or hands. Here he was, however, trying to swallow
the dried deer meat past the lump in his throat.
“You´ll have to excuse them.” Jessica whispered into his left ear and handed
him a mug of watered down wine that tasted a lot sweeter than Castiel had
expected.
“We haven´t had visitors for a long time now. They are just curious.”
Castiel was not sure why they thought sniffing at strangers would make a good
first impression but refrained from asking. He was, after all, just a mere
guest in their middle wearing out their hospitality excessively as it was.
Complaining about their unique habits would only make him seem ungrateful and
that couldn´t be farther from the truth.
Still, they could not blame him from glaring around the table every time
somebody walked by and took a hearty sniff making the hair in Castiel´s neck
stand upright.
He emptied the mug with vigor and immediately searched for the wine tankard
hiding its existence behind bowls of potatoes and carrots. Perhaps a slight
intoxication would give him the indifference he needed to get through the
evening.
Castiel found the clay jug sitting a few places away at the head of the table.
He pondered whether the alcoholic liquid was actually worth the effort asking
the other people to hand it over or getting it himself when he knew for certain
there was going be massive sniffing either way.
Green orbs and tan skin filled his vision suddenly and Castiel realized he had
been staring for quite a long time while his mind had debated with his stomach.
The heat of embarrassment warmed his cheeks uncomfortably but instead of
averting his gaze like the last time he had when staring at the other man´s
stoic face Castiel kept his eyes trained on those smooth features. A smile full
of confidence and amusement played on the man´s lips making his own mouth
twitch in response. There was a golden glimmer in the other male´s eyes.
Something challenging and dangerous just for him to see and Castiel had to
admit he was intrigued by the look in those eyes and its meaning.
Something smooth and bulbous was pressed into his palms and he broke their
staring match to find the source of this disturbance. He was met with the
actual object of his affection; the jug´s deep red content sloshing innocently
around.
When he looked back to his right, his mug now again filled to the brim with the
sweet wine, the brunette man was still watching him with unhindered interest
gleaming in his bright eyes. When Castiel lifted his drink and mouthed a silent
“Thank you”, because he was very certain the green-eyed male had been the one
to pass the tankard, he got the same boyish grin that had fascinated him the
night he first awoke.
 
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Dinner went by quietly after that and Castiel prevented to be bothered further
by the common lack of decency by focusing on the couple´s conversation across
the table. It was clear who dominated this relationship; she explaining
excitedly to him the advantages of same-sex relations while he was nodding and
scratching his beard nervously from time to time.
Listening to her growing enthusiasm made him remember the way most of his
people had treated this open approval; death glares and insults were the chaste
choices. It was nice to see nobody cared about her very explicit explanation
either because they were accepting of the topic and the people or because they
were used to the woman exclaiming her “Love for the queer things in life”.
In the end Castiel did not care which reason proved to be correct as long as
they didn´t show open hatred. He himself was utterly indifferent to sexual
orientation thanks to his mother´s, secretly despised, education.
We were created through love. Raised with love. We live with love in our heart
and on the way, Castiel, we search for the Chosen One to give our love to. No
matter the age, no matter the status and no matter the gender. God cannot frown
upon us for he created the people with the purpose of giving and receiving
love. And in the end we will die with a smile on our face and the memory of
love burning bright in our slowing heart.
This his mother had whispered into the dark of the night when they were lying
in their beds side by side. Soft and hopeful like a lullaby it had rolled from
her lips but with the bitter-sweet touch of someone who´d already found and
lost his one chosen love. Castiel had always wanted to ask her if she meant his
father or some man she had loved in her youth but he never knew how. And now
that he had no chance of ever doing so remembering her compassionate words was
at least something he could do to honor her memory.
 
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After another hour of trying four different slices of pie which always
mysteriously appeared in front of Castiel whenever he had emptied the last
plate – he suspected Jessica but every time he turned she was either focusing
on her own meal or integrated in light conversation – the great hall slowly
emptied. Leaving behind a battlefield of dirty dishes, wine stains licking
their way through the wooden table and bowls that had spilled their contents
due to some individual´s desperate quest to take with him or her the last
edible remains as a lovely midnight snack.
A hand tugged on the sleeve of his new lime-green shirt and when Castiel looked
up he was greeted warmly by his new friend´s soft features.
“They want to talk to you, follow me.”
Jessica guided him through passageways with sudden twists and turns and past
rooms of small and big size with such speed and precision that left Castiel
dizzy and in awe. He was certain, if he ever tried to find his way through
these tunnels alone he would get lost after just a few minutes. At least
Jessica spared him the humiliation of being dragged like a heavy sack for which
he was incredibly grateful and a little bit proud of his own fast recovery
abilities.
Another, probably completely pointless, thing that caught Castiel´s attention
while they had made their way through the complicated corridor system and now
waiting in front of the leader´s personal chambers was the fact that there
seemed to be no doors separating the private rooms from the common areas.
Instead heavy curtains of the most curious material were shielding sight and
sound from unwanted eyes and ears.
The one he was currently staring at had been tinted a dark brown that shimmered
golden in the torchlight when he turned his head a little to the left. It
looked coarse and thick and Castiel´s fingers itched to touch it.
“Just do it. At some point we all did. Nobody´s gonna rip your heart out for
it.”
Castiel wondered why he hadn´t felt the heat radiating off of the larger male´s
body sooner. As it was he could not control the violent shiver that crept
through his entire body.
“Cold?” the velvety-rough voice asked near his right ear and he could clearly
detect the smug satisfaction hidden behind a mask of concern.
Castiel had no idea where the sudden sense of boldness came from but when he
leaned back against a firm, muscular chest without immediate protest being
voiced he counted it as a good move. And when a chin was propped up on his head
he even felt a little victorious.
 
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After almost two hours Castiel had told the three familiar men, now each of
them equipped with a name, everything about his escape through the woods. Well,
technically everything. He had told them about the attack on him and his mother
but had changed the single gruesome beast into a pack of ordinary wolves. It
was not that he didn´t want to trust them with this information. He would have
told them with pleasure but feared their reaction to something so clearly
supernatural. In the end they would have simply thrown him out because they
thought he had gone mad.
“So your mother told you call my name?” Bobby´s gruff voice pierced through the
various thoughts currently swirling around in Castiel´s head.
One of them revolving around the disbelief about his sudden change of luck. It
had been a huge surprise to learn the older man actually was the Bobby his
mother had wanted him to contact. Of course Castiel had had his suspicions the
first time he had looked at the three men but he never truly expected to be so
fortunate. That meant he had kept his promise and fulfilled his mother´s last
wish. The smile still playing about his lips had first earned him confused and
suspicious looks from his interrogators.
“Yes.” he answered keeping steady eye contact with the bearded man even if it
was hard; something about being honest and honorable he had learned from the
other men in his town pretty early.
“Why?”
“I don´t know. She never mentioned you or…” his eyes darted first to the
mountain of a man then to his brother lingering a few seconds longer on his
face. “…Sam or Dean before.”
“What was her name?” Sam asked him softly and Castiel liked to think it was out
of compassion for his loss.
“Emily.”
Castiel saw their eyes widening with a certain understanding like the greatest
epiphany of all had struck them simultaneously.
“Did you know her?” he hated how strongly his voice quivered and how his hands
tugged at his shirt nervously. He should know better than to hope; even worse
he had no idea why or for what he hoped only that he wanted one of them to say
yes.
Castiel spent several minutes wringing his hands in anticipation while the
other three exchanged knowing glances and a few harsh whispers. It seemed they
were disagreeing on what to tell him making him even more anxious to hear their
reply. Finally Dean was the one to turn back to him smile slightly dampened and
eyes glistening ruefully.
“Listen Cas, we…”
“Cas?”
“Short version of your name, yes.”
“Why invent a short version when you can just call me by my name? It is not
that hard to pronounce.”
The brunette rubbed his eyes with a hearty sigh that balanced on the edge of
annoyed; Castiel was curious to know why but kept his mouth shut. There was
always a later.
“Anyway! We know you got lots of questions you wanna have answered and truth is
there´s a lot to tell you, hell, hundreds of things we need to tell you. But we
can´t. Not right now.”
“Why not?”
Sam cleared his throat loudly and stepped next to his brother´s clearly
irritated form.
“It´s a lot to take in. We need you to talk to our shaman first before we can
reveal anything about our…clan to an outsider. We have to ensure our safety
first. You understand?”
Castiel nodded briefly. Of course he understood their reasoning; it was the
logical conclusion of a leader when faced with a possible unknown threat. What
he did not understand was why they hadn´t said this sooner. It would have saved
them a lot of time. He refrained from stating his opinion when he noticed the
glares Bobby and Dean sent his way. Instead he caught himself yawning widely
which was only appropriate given the blackness visible through a small window
to his right side.
“Finally the kid speaks my language. If that´s anything boys…”
“Actually…”
“I don´t care, Sam. Out with you all!” Bobby´s voice was hard at the edges but
held a certain admiration for the tall man when he stared him, and Castiel and
Dean at that too, out of the large room.
The curtain´s fall was final leaving the three men standing awkwardly, like a
bunch of lost puppies, in front of it.
“Did Bobby just go alpha on us?” Dean´s voice sounded disbelieving and
insulted. However, straining his ears Castiel heard the humorous hum underlying
his words.
His brother just nodded not able to keep the grin off of his face. Castiel had
no idea where the joke was hiding in their current situation but smiled
nevertheless.
“So Sammy, what are we gonna do with Cas here?” a calloused hand ruffled
through his black hair affectionately. He tried his hardest not to lean into
it, needless to say he was failing spectacularly.
“Most of the dorms are full but I think Becky and Chuck have a…”
“Oh hell no! He´s not gonna bunk with them. Nobody´s got out of this room
unscarred, Sam!” the hand left Castiel´s hair and instead curled around his
shoulder protectively pressing him into a scorching heat. Whoever these people
were they had to be terrible in character and manner for the man to develop
such a strong reaction.
“Where else then? We have no room until spring, Dean. You know that.”
“I assume the room I slept in belongs to someone else, preferably one of you.
The bed is big enough for three people. If we throw another blanket and pillow
on it can I stay there, please?” Castiel asked sleepily while rubbing his tired
head on Dean´s lean, leather-clad chest.
The hand that had rubbed slow circles into his shoulder stiffened slightly and
if he had been more awake Castiel would have apologized for his behavior. As it
was he just felt the warmth of the man beside him and the comfort it brought
his body when he leaned on him.
“You know…that´s actually a good idea.”
The amused rumble of Dean´s chest beneath his head was quite nice and Castiel
caught himself not minding if he fell asleep on it right now.
***** Desire Is A Bitch *****
Chapter Notes
     Uh well...I know I said there would be lots of exposition in this
     chapter and believe me I am as surprised as you all to find Dean
     pining and trying to ignore his best friend´s pleas instead. I have
     no idea where that came from, honestly!
     Blame my subconscious. I do it all the time, ask Harley.
     I hope you´re gonna enjoy this chapter anyhow.
     And thank you all for your kind words of encouragement and the
     brownie points, I mean kudos. Keep it up, they make me very happy.
Castiel had expected to have more nightmares now that he wasn´t delirious from
fever and exhaustion anymore. He still felt he deserved every gruesome detail
his subconscious wanted to use to torture him for failing his mother. And
indeed he caught glimpses of the horrors that could have, should have, been his
but never long enough to be truly frightened. It had to be the warmth and soft
snoring of the man beside him driving away the darkness of his dreams.
Castiel slid closer to Dean´s sleeping form. He was lying on his back, the hand
on his chest moving rhythmically with his breathing. The bed sheets underneath
him were wrinkled and his blanket had slipped down to his hips indicating the
man had been moving a lot during the night. Fortunately, for Castiel, he had
not kicked at his shins or slapped him in the face. He wondered if he should
pull the blanket up again. After all Dean was half-naked and the temperature of
the room was nothing he´d call warm.
In the end Castiel decided against it. There were no goose bumps on his skin
and he wasn´t curled in on himself so Castiel assumed the man was comfortable
with his current situation. Instead his eyes were drawn to Dean´s face
shimmering with a golden gleam now that the sun was slowly rising. If it hadn´t
been for the few wrinkles at the corner of his eyes Castiel would have never
thought Dean to be in his mid-thirties. His skin was tanned and smooth and
again he was tempted to slide those few inches, separating them, closer to
count the very fascinating freckles dusting the other man´s cheeks and nose.
“If I feel your breath on my face I´m gonna kick you out…” Dean´s sleepy voice
rumbled through the silent room making Castiel nearly jump out of the spacious
bed on his own.
He cast his eyes down guiltily berating himself for his lack of respecting
personal boundaries.
“Apologies. I didn´t mean to disturb your sleep.”
A throaty chuckle and a tug on his shirt´s sleeve was the only response he got.
Castiel found his head bedded on a firm but soft chest ears immediately
focusing on the strong, steady heartbeat beneath him. Instead of his own
blanket a warm arm was slung around his shoulders and before he could register
what exactly happened Castiel found himself head to toe with a living,
breathing furnace.
Decency told him he should be embarrassed to lie in bed with a poorly dressed
stranger let alone be cuddled up to one. However, even after several minutes of
waiting for the shame to turn his insides into a twisting knot of discomfort he
felt nothing of the sort; no urge to draw away and hide inside of a blanket
cocoon at all. And if Dean did not mind his hand smoothing over his taut
stomach to make himself more comfortable then why should Castiel with the man´s
arm around his body.
“You remind me of Sam. When he was young and cute and much smaller than me.”
the smile was evident in the older man´s voice and Castiel felt himself
response immediately with one of his own; partly because of the vibration under
his head.
“What does it feel like to have siblings?” he asked curiously, overly aware of
his lips sliding over foreign skin when he spoke.
“It´s like living with a little hell-spawn. You´re always the one to blame when
something goes wrong because little Sammy would never even think about playing
pranks. You have to deal with questions that would turn your ears scarlet if
you weren´t so used to them. Sharing is a given, no matter how much you´d like
to eat your pie alone. And God forbid the smugness when they grow taller than
you…”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“It is, believe me…but I´d never change it for anything.”
Silence settled over them while the room was slowly bathed in bright golden
light and Castiel wondered whether Dean was as amazed of them getting along so
well as he was.
 
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The cold January air felt soothing on his overheated body, rustling gently
through his hair and over his naked shoulders. Unfortunately it couldn´t wash
away the scent still lingering on his skin. Of course it would have been an
easy task to simply wash it away but apparently fate had decided to make this
innocent boy with those mesmerizing blue eyes, fair body and coal-black hair
his biggest weakness. Dean drew a shaky breath and rubbed his sweaty palms on
his thighs deliberately ignoring the obvious bulge between them.
He had been like this for about two hours; ever since he had left the nervous
boy in front of Pamela´s room. Dean had wanted to participate in enlightening
Castiel about their pack and its members´ condition but the rules were strict
in such a case.
Desire pulsed through his body again when he remembered their embrace only a
few hours prior. How hotly Castiel´s breath had ghosted over his chest, his
pale hand stroking over his abs. The growl leaving his throat now was more
animalistic than human.
His wolf had whispered to him in that moment, filthy obscenities making it even
harder to resist temptation and battle visible signs of his attraction.
It would´ve been easy, so very easy, to just take the boy´s hand – gently of
course to not frighten him – and guide it further south. To the place aching
with unfulfilled need and desperation to have him. He would have been confused
at first, probably never having done this even to himself, not certain why Dean
would want his attention there. Would Castiel blush when he discovered Dean´s
purpose? Trembling lips caught between pearly teeth and sapphire eyes
shamefully cast anywhere but his body? Perhaps he would smile shyly after a few
moments; asking Dean without words to show him the way of the greatest
pleasure. And oh how he would make the boy gasp and moan and scream and writhe
with unbridled lust.
He wanted to taste everything of Castiel. Firstly pressing soft kisses to his
forehead and stroking trough his satiny hair, then his nose and cheeks, the
tips of his ears and finally those sinful lips. He would nip at them, stroke
them with his thumb and tongue until Castiel would beg him to take them in a
passionate kiss.
“Dean?”
The taste of copper filled his mouth when he bit on his bottom lip to prevent
another growl from slipping out. Of course his bad luck had to show its ugly
head right when he did not need it.
Castiel´s scent came closer and closer until Dean could feel his presence
leaning on the railing of the balcony to his left. He smelled confusion,
excitement and happiness but most prominent was the boy´s curiosity.
“You´re still here.” he stated with a small smile playing about his lips and
hoped to whomever up there still had some sympathy left for him that his
arousal wasn´t as easy to spot as he assumed.
“Of course…we are pack, aren´t we?” Castiel whispered back, uncertainty making
his voice quiver slightly.
His shoulders tensed when he laid his hand on one of them whether it was
because of nerves or the fact he was standing beside the boy still in his half-
naked glory Dean had no idea.
“You´re taking this whole werewolf ordeal awfully well. No fight or flight
response at all?”
There was a deep, aching sadness in those blue eyes when Castiel turned his
head to look at Dean immediately awakening feelings of protectiveness and
sympathy in him.
“I thought I lost everything. My home, my people and my family…to know I can
belong somewhere…why would I possibly want to run away?”
Dean did not answer. There was no need for words when a simple shoulder rub was
worth so much more.
Silence settled over them both as they watched the delicate snowflakes dance
across the landscape before them. It was comfortable and the longer it grew the
more Dean felt his frantic lust turn into something more calm and content, an
unhurried satisfaction at having found someone outside of his family and Bobby
who could be this special to him.
“I…I haven´t been entirely honest with you…” Castiel whispered ashamed and his
pale hands clenched around the wooden railing.
Dean had known that. They all had when Castiel had opened his mouth the night
before and told them about the pack of wolves attacking them, fear clouding the
boy´s natural odor like a thick, ugly blanket. They hadn´t dug into the topic
further however, all of them sure Castiel must have had his reasons for lying
straight to their faces. And if he was going to tell him now Dean was very
certain they had been right.
“Why lie, Cas?”
“Fear. Uncertainty. I didn´t know if you would believe me when I told you we
were ambushed by a yellow-eyed man-like wolf. I thought you would call me mad
and get rid of me as fast as you can…”
Dean was overly aware that hugging Castiel and burying his nose into a soft mop
of dark hair did nothing to help his crumbling last resistance survive any
longer but he wasn´t known to be very reasonable when he had set his mind on
something or someone in this case. And the way the child leaned into him, nails
lightly scratching over his back when he tried to get a better grip, and bedded
his forehead on Dean´s shoulder was enough to confirm him and his wolf this was
one of his most brilliant ideas ever.
 
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“Dean Winchester…I haven´t seen you and your lovely shaped ass for…hmmm…five
months? You are slacking, young alpha.”
Pamela greeted him with a broad smile on her lush lips and a hearty squeeze to
his behind. She looked even more beautiful than the last time he had visited
her during heat season for a little chat. So his dad had been right after all,
some women really did become better with age.
“I am a busy man, Pam. As much as I enjoy your company there are more pressing
matters to deal with.” Dean answered and seated himself comfortably on one of
the giant cushions around the low wooden table where two steaming mugs of tea
were waiting for them.
“So I have heard…” she smirked at him, probably would have winked too, the
little minx, had her eyes not been hidden by the black cloth she had started to
wear since she became the shaman of this pack. Not that she needed to with
everyone being used to the scars of the burn marks some cruel humans had caused
when she had been just a small child but Pamela always said it gave her some
air of mysteriousness and that was only helpful for her job.
“He is quite something, your boy. Very mature for his age. And not only because
of what happened to him.” she told him proudly between little sips of the
steaming, sweet liquid as if it was already official Dean was going to take the
boy as his mate.
“Agreed.” was the only answer he would give her on that topic. Even if she was
his and Sammy´s godmother there was no way he would lay his and his wolf´s
interest openly before her.
Every other person would have let it slide, accepting their future alpha had no
desire to discuss this particular topic, but not Pamela. She had after all
helped his mother give birth to him, had changed his diapers and had taught him
everything about the birds and the bees. If there was someone who would not let
anything concerning his love life slide it was her…Dean should have prepared
better…
“I already thought you two did the deed when he came in, your stench
overpowering everything. But knowing you he would have been unable to walk and
adding to that he´s still a child so…?”
His growl was pure frustration not even the taste of his favorite tea was able
to weaken. As much as he loved the woman she sometimes could really grate on
your nerves.
“We cuddled, nothing more. I know the rules, Pam!”
“But you wanted to, didn´t you?”
This time Dean´s growl was heated and pained, combining both his and his wolf´s
emotional and bodily suffering.
Damn right he had wanted to and if his wolf had had any more control over him
Dean would have made the biggest mistake of his entire life. Ashamed he buried
his face in his hands trying to hide from the world and especially this
wonderful, cursed boy.
“It´s alright, pup. You´re not the first one to suffer like this…” Pamela
whispered against his temple before she pressed an affectionate kiss to it,
“I´m certain Castiel will return your feelings. He needs you.”
“Uh huh…”
“Not as a lover, of course. What he needs most right now is a friend, a
brother. Someone he can follow and learn from. And before you know it he will
be all grown up asking you to teach him the more vital things in life.”
“And if he finds someone else?”
The slap to the back of his head was surprising and totally unexpected…and it
stung pretty badly.
“Dean Winchester. Pull yourself together, young man! You are a compassionate,
loving, caring man in the best age someone can end up in with a special talent
in getting things done, may it be re-building our home or persuading almost all
un-mated females of our pack. You are a great brother, will be a just leader
and one of the best uncles this pack has ever seen. Why would he choose someone
else?”
“Wait…what did you say about uncle?”
***** The Beast You Made Of Me *****
Chapter Notes
     Damn guys, you have no idea how glad I am that my grandma doesn´t
     understand a single English word. Otherwise this would have been
     seriously embarrassing for me.
     Btw, you´d do good to remember the tags that said underage and
     bestiality. There´s gonna be something...okay, a third of this story
     is badly written smut.
     At least Harley, my sweet muse, liked it. Hope you do too. And
     remember: Everything italic is wolfish.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Weeks passed, icy winter winds slowly turning into something milder, and
Castiel was learning new things each day. It felt like he had found some long
lost part of his family. Everywhere he went there was someone asking for his
and his help alone, always repaying him with kind faces and sweet words or some
delicious cookie. But his most favorite reward for the good deeds done on the
day was the warmth of his best friend´s embrace when he let his exhausted body
fall onto their bed at night. Of course Castiel was aware that being friends
with a man who was fifty years older than his thirty-five years-old body gave
away was very unusual, if not entirely uncommon, but he felt no strangeness
dampening the joy that had made a home inside his chest.
“Most of the adult werewolves are much older than they look. Sammy, Pam and
Bobby too.” Dean explained to him while they let the four wine-skins they had
brought get filled with the crystal clear river water. The weather had finally
been warm enough for the thick ice to meld at least a little and so they were
able to re-stock on their water supplies faster than melting snow by
themselves. And Castiel had to admit after three months of living inside caves,
as spacious as they were, he was more than happy to get out and stretch his
legs, even if it was connected with work.
“Does any of you know why?”
“Nope, that´s one of the great mysteries we still couldn´t find out. Someday
someone just decides we´re perfect and snap, you stop growing older. Only thing
we know for sure is that our mate´s around the same age. Human, half-breed or
werewolf.”
“What happens when you choose a human or half-breed. Do they stop aging, too?”
Castiel asked curiously, his eagerness to know everything about his new
comrades and friends almost making him move onto the older man´s lap. Dean just
smiled at him and ruffled through his hair – one of his more favorite ways of
dealing with his lack of personal boundaries – instead of eying him
suspiciously and stepping away a few inches like he had expected him to the
first few times it had happened.
“The thing you need to know is that everybody in the pack who has not yet
passed the rite of adulthood, including children, outsiders who have left their
old pack, people needing more time to fully co-operate with their wolf and the
ones being born that way, are seen as half-breeds. When they pass the test and
mate with another half-breed or werewolf they automatically turn into one as
well because of the shared bond between those two and everything that applies
to us applies to them as well.” Dean paused for a second and shifted slightly
on the rug he had laid out on the cold stone beneath them. He seemed to feel
uncomfortable in his own skin; not being able to sit still for about two days
now which could only mean full moon was near.
Castiel wondered when he would feel the effects of the moon. After all he was a
half-breed himself – one of the few things involving his mother they had told
him besides her being a fully acknowledged member of this pack and his father
being a human mercenary. But perhaps he was simply too young or to adapt to
human behavior to connect with his wolfish nature just now. And Dean and Sam
had assured him both that sometimes it could take a while for the change to
happen but if he´d watch and study the other members carefully it would occur
before he even knew it.
“And what about the humans?” Castiel asked over his shoulder while he corked
the skins carefully to prevent the almost overflowing water from leaping out.
He heard a low groan coming from Dean, the one he could and would never stifle
when stretching his muscles with a pleasure that made him look like an over-
sized cat. Of course Castiel would never tell him that.
“Humans keep aging. However at a very slow pace. We guess once every ten years
so the union can be prolonged as much as possible.” when he turned around Dean
had already neatly folded the rug and was waiting for Castiel to share half of
their haul so they could make their way home and reach it before sunset.
Half-way down the road however Dean began scratching every patch of skin on his
body he could reach without dropping the rug and skins. He started to growl and
whine and unconsciously tear a little at his clothes and after ten more minutes
of watching his friend suffer this immensely Castiel stopped in his tracks and
waited for the other man to follow his example. But it seemed a short stop
outside of the one at the river was not something Dean had planned to include
leaving him standing there and feeling royally stupid.
“Dean!” he called after him but to no avail. If anything the man seemed to
speed up his pace. Castiel could understand him, really. After all Dean had
often enough told him how itchy and restless he got when full moon drew near.
How his wolf sometimes tried to claw his way out of his skin making him almost
mad with the desire to run around and hunt. All the more reason for Castiel to
stop him now.
Dean´s skin felt feverish under his finger tips and his breath quickened
slightly when Castiel rubbed his thumb over the fine hair on his neck. They
stared at each other then – a thing they had developed pretty early in their
friendship – him with understanding in his eyes and a small smile grazing his
lips and Dean with the pain of the whole world clearly written all over his
face.
“Give me the skins. You´re barely holding yourself together.” Castiel saw him
open his mouth; ready to protest and tell him he was capable of reaching home
with his dignity still intact, thank you very much. Fortunately Dean didn´t get
this far with Castiel´s hand covering his mouth. The defeated growl leaving the
other man´s throat sent a strange sensation through his palm.
“Fine, you win.” Dean grumbled at last and laid the skins and rug in front of
his feet with a growl that did nothing to hide his relief and Castiel couldn´t
suppress the broad, victorious grin creeping onto his face even if his life
depended on it.
 
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“There you are.” Jessica greeted them both with a heart-warming smile though
her brows rose curiously when her gaze fell on the wolf beside him. Dean just
grumbled and shoved his nose into Castiel´s back a bit too forcefully for his
taste. He ignored the sulking werewolf behind him as best as he could and
handed her the rug with the water skins letting out an exhausted little sigh.
His makeshift sack had been heavier than he thought and Castiel was just glad
to finally get rid of the weight and enjoy a warm meal.
A wet nose pressed against his neck softly and sniffed at the sheen of sweat
slowly starting to dry there. It tickled and when Castiel voiced as much he saw
and felt both of the werewolves trying to stifle a laugh; from Dean it sounded
more like a pleased growl.
“I´m sorry Castiel but you will have to make do with bread and cheese and the
left-over meat from lunch.”
“Why´s that? Where is everybody?” his breath hitched slightly when a warm
tongue lapped at his neck gingerly. He had hoped to God that somebody would be
able to tell him what was wrong with Dean, preferably Jessica, Sam or Bobby.
And the way her cheeks began to redden when she witnessed the strange act told
him she knew something he did not.
“Well, it is a full moon tonight as you have probably found out by now.”
“But he never acted like this before. Usually it´s…” his body went rigid all of
a sudden and the air left his lungs in one long, shattering breath when he felt
sharp teeth scrape over his behind and a low whine filled the room with
unnatural tension.
“Dean!” Jessica hissed heatedly and slapped him across the nose not too gently.
That earned her scowling face a deep, vicious growl and Castiel was certain if
he hadn´t been standing between them there would have been bloody murder
despite her being with child.
“Dean, please…” he whispered into the soft, brown fur of the wolf´s right
shoulder and it actually seemed to calm his friend to a certain degree.
Finally, after a few more moments of silent threats and heated stares Dean
huffed again, nudged Castiel´s cheek a last time and left him and Jessica
standing in the middle of the storage room.
“Perhaps it is better if you stay with the other children for a few days.
Werewolves in heat, especially alphas, are very possessive of what they think
is their property.” she told him with an apologetic look in her eyes while
filling a small plate with bread, dried apples and lots of cheese.
“In heat? You mean like mating?” Castiel asked disbelievingly but of course he
should have known something like this to happen when spring began knocking on
the doors. The dogs that had lived in his old town had been proof enough of
such carnal acts. He had just expected Dean to react like this to one of the
females of the pack rather than him.
“Don´t worry about it too much. Unmated alphas usually react stronger and
before all of the betas to maximize their success in finding a potential mate.
It is just natural he would turn to you first seeing as you spend a lot of time
together and even share the same bed.” her words though meant to reassure and
bring back his good mood only washed over Castiel´s head like a mild breeze.
“Just a few days?” he almost winced when he heard the deeply-held concern in
his own voice but Jessica just smiled at him and pressed the plate into his
hands.
“He will be as good as new. Embarrassed as hell but back to his normal self.”
Castiel nodded slowly in thanks and understanding and left his smiling friend
to retreat to the children´s common room. Hoping he would find some peace and a
free bed there but knowing his thoughts were probably going to be plagued by
his green-eyed friend.
 
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 It had been two days now full of agony and if he was unfortunate it would be
three more without any sign of a final relief. Not physical of course – the
furs sticking to his belly kept reminding him how much he had come the last
days and nights – but emotional. He needed someone next to his side, he yearned
for it. Not just to fuck and part ways afterward like he had done a dozen times
prior. He wanted someone to snuggle up to. Someone who would embrace him, stay
with him and smother the flames of desire licking at every part of his body and
mind with soothing words and kisses.
Again he thought of Cas and how amazing he had smelled that day in the
storeroom. Sweaty and satisfied and a little musky…only an unfair glimpse of
the man he would become soon. He had lost it. It was as simple as that. The
smell of that beautiful creature had tempted him, begged him, had practically
thrown itself at him and shouted in his face to claim the body attached to it.
To show that woman in front of them who Cas really and only belonged to.
A whimper escaped his throat unintended when he felt his traitorous friend
swell again. After all this time he had become oversensitive and even the
slightest rub of the coarse furs felt painful enough to dim the satisfaction
and excitement of getting off.
He needed something softer than his current choice. Something with more skin,
creamy white like milk shining in the moon light. Gentle hands tenderly
stroking through his fur and over his belly. Cold in contrast to his heated
flesh. Shy when wrapping around him. A stranger to such an arrangement but
eager to please without judging. Huff of breaths into his fur on occasion and
something stiff pressing into his side moistening and marking him with the
undeniable proof of equally strong desire.
He needed Cas. Right now. And nobody was going to deny him his mate!
 
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Castiel had been right about not being able to sleep. His worry for Dean´s
well-being only granted him three hours of restless tossing and turning at
best. And the stories about alphas hurting themselves just to feel something
else than insatiable lust Becky told him while besting him and Chuck at cards
did the exact opposite of calming him. He knew she wasn´t purposely trying to
upset his already fragile mind, it was just how she was. However every time the
conversation stirred into that direction he would bite his lip hard trying not
to imagine the gruesome details she laid out before them.
He had asked them the first night why they were going to stay with him and the
other, much younger, children instead of merrily frolicking around for they
were already mated and therefor considered adults with the urge to breed while
mating season. They had smiled at him, Becky´s smile broad and proud while
Chuck´s was more shy and coupled with a faint dust of pink on his bearded
cheeks, and told him they simply weren´t affected and to be honest not very
interested in screwing for five days without pause. He hadn´t doubted Becky for
one second but Chuck on the other hand had had the same pained look Dean had
given him a few days ago. He refrained from asking the other man why he had
never considered talking to his mate; if he wanted to wait for her to be ready,
whenever that was going to be, then he respected him for his admirable will
power.
“What is it going to be?” Castiel looked up from his current project to see
Chuck curiously eying the half-finished wooden animal in his lap. He placed the
small knife, with which he had tried to carve out a delicate ear, carefully on
the table and handed the older male the piece.
“I intended to create a sitting wolf but somehow the wood doesn´t wish to
comply.” he told him disgruntled while cleaning the carving knife with a cloth.
“Looks mighty fine to me.” Chuck commented while turning the wolfish figurine
in his hands.
Castiel smiled thankfully and slid the knife back into its beautiful
embroidered leather sheath. He knew his bearded companion was right, however.
Since Dean had given him the small weapon for his birthday a month ago – he´d
told him with his usual bold one-sided smile that as long as you were
physically aging you had to take advantage of the benefits – Castiel had found
his love for carving little figurines rather than his best friend´s intended
purpose of learning how to properly fight. Still, even as skilled as he had
become with all the practice, Castiel was not the least satisfied with his
work. Perhaps he shouldn´t attempt such a task while worrying himself sick.
“You´re thinking about Dean again, aren´t you?”
Becky´s smile was knowing and her eyes had a predatory glance when they held
his own in a heated battle. It looked like she was expecting to discover some
deeply hidden secret within Castiel´s gaze making him feel utterly exposed. And
that was something he did not need to experience while sitting across the
peculiar woman, her quill – made of a raven´s feather, she had told him proudly
– and her little red leather-bound book.
“Not everyone we meet is going to fit into your oddly romantic way of seeing
life, Becky.” Chuck told her with the soft, determined voice of a man who had
long ago learned to bear his lover´s quirks and antics with a smile. She
returned the sentiment with a loving stroke of an ink-stained finger over the
back of his hand and Castiel thought if she ever learned to keep her mouth
closed for more than ten minutes they´d be one of the most beautiful couples in
this pack.
“But you have to admit it would be pretty romantic if Castiel thought of his
wolf in shining fur and just a moment later he´d appear right at this doorstep
ready to claim the unknowing boy forever and ever as his one and only love.”
Despite their better judgment the two men turned their heads to the burgundy
curtain behind them when Becky gestured to it with a waving arm. There was
nothing, of course. No wolf, no man, not even a small breeze to move the heavy
material. Because that was not the way real life worked; Castiel had learned
the hard way. And still there was this strange bitter aftertaste when he and
Chuck turned back to the table with a sheepish smile and a hearty chuckle.
“I´ll admit” he started after a few more moments of trying to fight the flush
on his cheeks “the basic concept of what you said holds some appeal but
compared to reality the thought is kind of ridiculous. Dean and I are close,
yes. I even go so far to say we are best friends. But I do not believe either
of us would choose the other one over a…”
The stench of sweat and something heavy and heady assaulted his nose mere
seconds before a tentative nose was pressing against the back of his head. The
whine that followed was too high and out of breath to be anything else than
pure desperation and despite the sudden anxiety clinging to him Castiel´s heart
ached in sympathy. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Chuck wringing
his hands nervously in his lap, his gaze flicking from his own to the wolf
behind him and back to Castiel.
“You shouldn´t be here. It is prohibited for an unmated wolf to enter the save
areas. You know this better than I do.” he was surprised how steady his voice
sounded even if it was a little raspy at the edges.
The animal just nudged his right shoulder. A sign for Castiel to turn around
and acknowledge the plea lying in those deep green eyes which would always
shimmer with a golden glimmer when the wolf had taken most of the control. He
exhaled shakily and grabbed the leather sheath in his hands tightly enough for
it to imprint its form into his palms. Still, he remained strong and instead
turned his eyes to Becky, hoping she had some brilliant idea to help him in
this misery.
“Go with him. He needs you, Castiel.” her voice, for once, sounded serious and
compassionate and instead of the usual maniacal edge her smile was soft and
understanding. It was untypical of her and perhaps that was the reason holding
back his and her mate´s immediate words of protest.
He stared at her long and hard, trying to find the hidden agenda in her words.
She was going to memorize the moment, Castiel was sure of it. Burning it in her
memory so she could write down a twisted version of what really occurred to
satisfy her strange needs. Perhaps she was even going to tell Bobby or Sam of
Dean´s actions, tagging Chuck along as an eye-witness, and delight in the
punishment the alpha was definitely going to receive.
Or perhaps she was being a comforting, good friend. Trying to ease Castiel´s
burden of refusing his best friend´s plea for his companionship by simply
making the only decision his heart and mind could live with. And so he finally
smiled at both of his new friends, receiving a broad smile and a tentative
grin, and handed Chuck the knife.
“We´ll keep a good eye on it. Promise.” he told him and placed it gently next
to the little wooden wolf.
Castiel wanted to think he meant looking out for his possessions as much as
looking out for him. Because when he stepped out into the cool air of the
tunnel, the wolf watching him with a mixture of eager impatience and deeply
held gratitude, his mind couldn´t convince his body he wasn´t walking into a
very dangerous lion´s den.
 
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There was a breathless chuckle against his neck and a small hand scratching the
sensitive spot behind his left ear. The boy underneath him was enjoying himself
right now and why shouldn´t he? They had done this many times before when his
human side had to hand over the controls. Him sniffing at every exposed part of
Cas to tease and more importantly to imprint every tiny particle of his scent
into his memory was familiar, safe ground. A perfect base for him to become
bold and start to explore his mate in unknown places.
The hand on his neck tensed and pulled at the softer fur there when he licked a
wet stripe across a delicate, pale neck. A heartbeat speeding up suddenly and
anxiety starting to cloud the alluring ocean smell enveloping him.
If he had been a wolf with a human side not strong enough to have the
capability of still controlling him from behind their soul barrier he wouldn´t
have given a damn and simply taken what was rightfully his. But his human was
fond of the boy, would have been even if he hadn´t chosen him as his partner
for life, and scaring the one that set your heart and body aflame was more than
a little foolish. So he nipped a last time at the soft skin and pulled back
with a whine to sit next to the tense boy.
Vibrant blue eyes were looking up at him when his gaze settled on the boy´s
flushed, embarrassed face. There was a battle clearly visible in those
crystalline depths, too many emotions for him to see and smell to distinguish
anything. Pearly teeth nibbled at a slightly chapped bottom lip making him wish
to be in his human´s body right now so he could kiss some clarity into this
beautiful creature. But as it was he stayed frozen to the spot, suppressing
every urge to get closer, and tried to dispel any fear swirling around in his
mate´s mind.
A pale hand reached across the sheets to touch his paw, pale fingers stroking
over every knuckle they found then moving upwards on his leg and through the
lighter fur of his chest until they found their place in his neck and pressed
his head against his mate´s. He couldn´t help but to inhale deeply relishing
the combined smell of earth and sea that would have been strange on any other
person but was fitting Castiel like nothing else did.
“I trust you…” he whispered and the long exhale that followed was nervous and
shaky but determined nevertheless. He wanted to respond with something; a head-
butt, a huff or just a flick of his tail. His mind however stopped when the
sound of popping buttons reached his ears and his eyes were immediately drawn
to its source. Inch after inch of creamy, lean skin was revealed to him and his
claws began to scratch impatiently at the blankets on their own accord. Cas had
to know this wasn´t making anything easier for both of them. That it would
really turn him into a mindless beast not caring for anything but his own
satisfaction.
He pressed his nose to the boy´s hands trying to prevent them from revealing
even more of the desired flesh but was simply pushed away again. His superior
strength nothing when facing such obvious temptation.
Dean was on him the moment the material fell from Castiel´s shoulders.
His teeth grazed the sensitive spot just behind the ticklish ear and he felt
his own pulse starting to mimic the rapid one underneath his tongue. A pale
throat was craning towards him when he moved to lap at an Adam´s apple. The
growl sounded vicious and too loud and damn it Cas had to know he was driving
him mad. He wanted to bite down hard. Acknowledge this act of submission and
lay claim on everything Cas was willing to give him. Instead he dragged his
fangs over the exposed throat, not breaking skin but hard enough to leave angry
red streaks that would at least take days before fading completely.
A thick wave of arousal smacked against Dean´s nose when he went lower and
began rubbing his head against the boy´s left nipple; the thickening of his own
cock was response enough. He nipped and tugged gently at the hardening flesh
until finally Cas couldn´t help himself and started to moan softly into the
silence around them.
“Dean…” it was embarrassment, nervousness, fear, anticipation, happiness,
desire, love…all mingled together into one syllable resembling his name and he
wanted to hear it again and again and again until that voice was raw and
hoarse.
Fabric was tearing under the sudden pull of his teeth and a shocked gasp
escaped the boy´s lips. He half expected Castiel to cover himself up with
either a blanket or his own hands and cast his eyes sideways shamefully. But
when he let his gaze wander over the glorious nakedness of the…the angel before
him, over a body that was slowly starting to develop into that of a man, shame
was the last thing he detected. Guilt and arousal, a mixture he was all too
familiar with, were staring back at him from heavy-lidded eyes.
Cas had agreed to this because he intended to help him through his heat. And
now he was starting to enjoy himself if the way his hands clenched into the
sheets to prevent him from reaching out and more importantly his already
leaking cock were any indication. Of course he´d feel like he was betraying
Dean because unlike him Castiel had the choice not to be affected by what they
were doing. It was stupid but understandable and so he moved away from the part
of anatomy that was wholly into their coupling and nudged his mate´s cheeks in
a poor mockery of a human´s kiss.
“I´m sorry…I shouldn´t be…I don´t know…” jittery hands combed through his fur
and settled on trying and failing to envelope his broad frame and get him
closer to his little angel. Dean just huffed and moved out of their grasp so he
could resettle himself a few inches higher to balance their difference in
height. Then he pressed down.
Dean was certain the howl he released was audible even in the farthest corner
of their lair but after three months of denying himself what he truly desired
no one had the slightest right to scold him. Castiel´s own groan of pleasure
was muffled against his fur. He could feel human teeth trying to bite down on
the scruff of his neck. He didn´t care if it was out of instinct or preference.
It was making his blood boil and his cock slick the smooth glide of their
lengths even more. With every rub and thrust his knot was starting to swell and
Dean realized with a desperate growl he wasn´t going to last long.
It should have been embarrassing and somewhere in the back of his human´s mind
a small voice was mocking him for his lack of stamina but suddenly there were
hands and pressure and a hitch of breath and everything else was not important
anymore.
It was tight and hot and wet and everything Dean had imagined but so much more.
He was thrusting relentlessly into Cas´ hands and every time his knot was in
the right position they would squeeze down so deliciously that he could not
decide if it was pain or pleasure bringing him closer to the edge. He was using
his mate, he knew it, only taking and not giving anything back. He vowed to
return the favor with equal fervor when he would have found his release. Double
the pleasure, triple the ecstasy, four times the…
Dean came with a deafening howl and a violent shiver that wrecked his whole
body; painting the boy´s pale chest and lower regions with wave after wave of
his seed.
 
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When Dean awoke it was slowly with every muscle in his body reminding him what
exactly he had been doing the last couple of days. He wouldn´t be able to move
properly for another two or three hours but when his gaze fell on the sleeping
beauty next to him, curled in the blankets unstained by his last drying remains
of passion and lust, Dean considered it more than a fair trade.
Castiel´s breathing was even, his posture relaxed and when he moved over the
slumbering boy he could detect a faint smile on those smooth features. Soon
there´d be stubbly hair starting to force its way out into the open. He would
have to teach him how to shave without cutting half of his face like Sam had
done the first time. Dean´s thumb got caught on the full, slightly chapped
bottom lip stroking it contently at his leisure. He could kiss him now and
quell the torturing urge once and for all.
But would he really be satisfied with one single touch of lips after everything
Cas let him do the last three days? Would he even be able to look his angel
into the eyes? Could he act like nothing happened at all? Should he? Everyone
in the pack was going to smell him on the boy anyway, so why hide it? For
Castiel´s sake? For his own?
“You´re thinking too much, Dean.” Cas´ voice was deep and gravelly from sleep
and too much moaning and Dean was certain he wouldn´t mind if it never changed
back. Cerulean eyes were watching him carefully from beneath the white cloth.
Studying his every move with curiosity and he still had his hand lingering on
the boy´s cheek.
“You´re the first to say this.” he told him with a smile and renewed his caress
on Castiel´s cheek. “I owe you big for what you did.” He was pulled in and
under the covers and a warm body immediately snuggled against him; raven hair
resting on his shoulder and nimble fingers drawing patterns on his stomach.
“You saved my life, you took me in, you became my friend and now you trusted me
enough to show me how vulnerable you can be. I think we are quite even.”
Castiel´s lips whispered against his throat, warm breath gusting comfortably
over his heated skin. He was surprised to feel the faint stirrings of arousal
pool low in abdomen, didn´t think it possible after so many mind-blowing
orgasms. It seemed like his little angel was doing something to his exhausted
body that Dean couldn´t begin to grasp even with the knowledge of his father
and father´s-father.
“A bath would be good then. We don´t want to reek like well…animals…when we
have to face the others, do we?” there was a low rumble next to his ear
followed by a tightening of pale arms around his torso.
“Just five more minutes…”
“Hah, that´s my boy!”
Chapter End Notes
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