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Dean’s wearing the same tee-shirt, flannel and brown jacket, the same jeans that had hung too loose back then. A ring on his right hand, Cas missed nothing.
Wind kicks up, shaking the aluminum roof, whole panels rattling. The barn doors fling outwards, a figure slowly approaches through the flickering lights, the bulbs shattering in the presence of this powerful being.
The beautiful man with bedhead is wearing a suit with the tie: the solid blue one, not the striped ones or black ones, no, the one matching his cerulean eyes. Loosened, it hangs askew against his sternum, daring someone to grab it and pull him close. Oh, that trenchcoat, it’s the original one. Too wide in the shoulders, full-length, bulky, perfect.
Dean will never forget their first words, “Who are you?”
A small, beatific smile, “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”
Here’s where they both wanted the script to change. Instead of what Dean had said, “Yeah, thanks for that,” and stabbing this glorious being in the heart, Castiel says, “I’m Castiel, I’m an Angel of the Lord.” At Dean’s look of incredulity, lightning flashes, Castiel’s grace hums and his wings spread, huge, black, majestic.
Dean’s heart soars. He does what he wishes he had, he drops to his knees, gazing up at the god he will worship for eternity. “Thank you, Castiel.”
“Why are you kneeling before me, Dean?”
Holding the glowing gaze, “I’m yours forever. I want to kneel for you forever, Cas.”
Cas presses him, “Why, Dean?”
Stifling a moan, “You saved me. You rebuilt my body. I feel you here,“ touching the shoulder that had borne his lover’s handmark, now holding a beautiful swirl of golden freckles that weren’t there before Hell. “And my soul, I feel you here,” tapping his solar plexus, “I want you, I need you, need to serve you.”
“Thank you, Dean,” he places a hand against Dean’s cheek, the man shuddering as he presses into the touch. ”You’re so beautiful, my love. Seeing your devotion and offerance of obedience before me, Commander of Heaven, this is truly an honor I so gladly accept. From now until forever, I will protect you, beloved one, you will be shrouded from harm under my wings. I will fight your battles and remove that burden from your shoulders. We will love one another, Dean.” The last note was rough, laden.
Dean’s still staring up, unmoving, a line of tears coursing down his chiseled features. “Yes, Cas, please. Make me feel safe.” His gaze pleads with his lover, he needs this scene, needs the next discovery.
“Undress me, Dean,” Castiel nearly growls.
Dean rises, hands moving carefully to remove the sacrosanct tie, tugging it just once out of sheer lust, before moving to every other item, setting each one carefully on the nearest table. His fingers are shaking, he’s panting, nearly overwhelmed.
Finishing his task, he settles back on his knees, hands on his thighs. Cas’ massive cock is proud and tall right in front of him.
“Clothes off now, Dean,” this time it was a snarl, his pulse spiking. Dropping each layer, he feels so on display in front of the Angel. Exposed, perused, watched. Fuck, it feels amazing. He drops right back to his knees, loves looking up at Cas in all his glory.
“Dean, so beautiful, you’re so exposed. Would you like for me to protect you, cover you?”
“Yes! Please, Cas, please!”
“Hmm, that is my name, but my beloved has his own special name for me, don’t you?”
Moaning loudly, “Yes, Daddy, special for you!”
“Such a wonderful boy, perfect for me. What does my boy want?”
Groaning against his fist for a moment, “Want your wings, Daddy, want to touch them and feel them on me. Please…”
“Sweet baby. I’ll give you anything you truly ask for. Daddy’s wings are very sensitive, you must be very careful and follow my command, understood?”
Dean’s trembling, exhilarated and obedient, ready. “Yes, Daddy.”
Cas grabs a chair, brings it over, materializes a thick cushion that absolutely didn’t exist real-time and places it in front of the chair. Sinking onto the chair, thighs spread, that giant cock on display, “Kneel on this, baby, I don’t want your knees sore.”
While Dean doesn’t mind that much, the cushion gives him a new thrill, a long-term one to be brought up later. He kneels in front of his lover, chest heaving, pulse pounding.
“Show me how careful and gentle you can be with Daddy’s cock, baby boy.”
Shit, they’ve never done this, never been gentle or careful. Dean works overtime with each motion, tamping down the bruising fingertips, the teeth, the sheer lack of pressure. He laps and caresses and kisses, his own body writhing at the unfamiliar movements. But Cas is moaning and dropping his head back, maybe this should be a regular thing. Angling to deepthroat again, no teeth, he gasps when he feels the hand on his throat.
Cas’ eyes are blown wide, “No. More. Touching.” he’s panting, “I need to… control my… wings.”
Dean’s jaw is hanging, but knows what to say, “Daddy, come back, right here. Hold onto your wings. You promised to touch me with them, let me feel ‘em.”
With feverish eyes, the Angel nods, “Yes, I did promise that. I’m struggling right now, your presence and touch so close to my actual wings, it’s like being close to orgasm and throwing yourself into an electric fence. I’ll control myself, keep going, just your mouth.” Dean’s mouth drops again, licking along the giant muscle, kissing against the head, nuzzling. When Cas grabs him, hauls him off again, Dean can feel his Angel’s body humming and trembling.
Grabbing his chin, “Cas, hey, listen. That whole electric fence thing, that’s what I feel when you touch me, you zap the shit outta me. If I can take it and still follow your commands, your fine ass can handle it.”
Taking a deep and unnecessary breath, “Yes, I can. Dean… Are you ready?” Dean just nods, gulps as his lover stands, eyes locked on one another. Cas smiles slightly, tenses and there they are, spreading wide. Not just shadows or glimpses, the real life, fully-feathered wings of his dreams.
The heavy limbs are majestic, imposing, their reach oh so far. Venus’ wings are sharp and angled, like a hawk. Castiel’s are more rounded, those of an eagle. Every layer of feathers is unique, angled perfectly for swooping and hovering, exactly what Dean dreamt of the Angel watching over him as he slept. They’re as black as deep space, with the sheen of a thick oil, rainbows of reflections at every angle. Needing to know if they’re as silky as his heart imagined, his fingers rise, wanting to reach out and stroke.
The wings shiver as Cas’ gasps, “Dean, just… slowly, please.”
Nodding is the most he can manage, so that’s what he does. Just one finger makes contact with the downy glory of a secondary feather, sliding from the highest point down to the tapered tip. His own body trembles at the sensation, has to resist plunging both hands into the mass and burying his face.
“Cas, your wings are… They’re awesome. Can I…?”
All dragon-mode, his Angel just nods as he flares.
Dean touches the same feather again, deeming it his all-time favorite. Gently wrapping his hand around the outer vane, his thumb runs over the radius. His lover’s groan is deep and long and erotic. Dean keeps going, trailing the backs of his fingers over plumage, grinning when the wing ruffles like a shiver. “Babe, your feathers are so soft but thick and real. They’re so beautiful.”
The awe in Dean’s voice goes straight to Cas’ heart and mind. Craving the worship and the desire to offer his beloved sheer pleasure, he manifests a mattress on the floor, “Lay down, beautiful boy.” Dean obeys, never once taking his eyes off of those wings. Cas raises his wings high, forming a near-umbrella as he slides his body over his golden lover, absorbing the adoration he sees in the Hunter’s eyes. Kneeling on Dean’s side, “My love, you may touch gently.”
Dean’s fingertips dive right into the sweep of secondarys above his head. He hears Cas groan and then feels it as his Angel’s mouth swallows his dick, the lips slowly circling and that broad hand gentle against his length. “Your feathers are as soft as your lips, babe!” He shudders when both wings form a cocoon around them, blocking out all else except for the two of them, all sound except their heartbeats, heavy breathing and the delicious noises coming from Castiel’s mouth. HIs hips are shaking, his hand trembling against the silky drapes around him.
Cas lifts up, “Cum for me, beloved, cum while you touch Daddy’s wings.” Just like that, Dean is gone, one hand in his Angel’s hair, the other spreading along the feathers. The wings flutter as his cry echoes against them, slowly stilling as he comes down, twirling as Cas slides his body over, covering Dean. Dropping to share the taste, Cas praises his lover, “Tasted so good, sweetheart. You were such a good boy, nice and gentle when touching Daddy’s wings, listening to Daddy. Now what does my precious want as a reward?”
“Want you to touch me with your wings while you’re inside me, Cas. Want to feel all of you.”
“Oh, me too. Need you now,” his Angel coats himself and tosses the lube to the side, pushes Dean’s thighs up, sliding right in. He courses another glow of his grace and refuels Dean, dick hardening immediately.
Dean can’t tear his eyes away, each expression on Cas’ face is mirrored in the shaking, fluttering, ruffling, arching of his wings. He feels the breeze they stir flicker across his skin, thrilling in the sensation, so delicate and discordant with the brutal pace Cas set, the perfect mix.
“Dean, my beautiful darling, please don’t cum. I want to fill you with my seed now, then ride your delicious cock while I touch you with my wings.”
Letting out a strangled cry, “Yes, Cas, yes, please!” Feeling Cas getting close, he knows the words they want, “I’m yours, Cas, forever. Anything you want, I’ll obey and worship you, Daddy.”
The dragon roars, eyes ablaze, wings arching high as his head curls back, hips battering one last time against Dean. His cum is hot as fire, pouring deep inside, another claiming mark his Angel leaves within him. Overwhelmed with emotion, Dean grabs his lover and pulls him in for a longing, loving kiss, pressing their foreheads together. “Love you, babe.”
“I love you, Dean.” Catching his breath, Cas returns the kiss again, sitting back onto his knees. “We’re not done yet, can’t get enough of you, my good boy.” His hand snakes out to coat Dean’s dick, slicking him even as Dean groans at the touch.
When his Angel climbs right up and seats himself on Dean, the Demon’s eyes flash black, feeling Cas’ tight ass squeezing around him with each rocking of those granite hips. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby!” The moan he got in response was carnal and perfect. But then Dean can’t breathe, every thought paused when a wing curled down and trailed feather tips across his chest. His chest heaves, heating at the touch, his dick spasms. The other wing follows and the gasp is enough for Dean to regain oxygen flow, his fingers itching to touch.
The next words from his Angel bring actual tears, “Dean, touch me, my wings. Touch any way you want. Cum touching me.” He can barely restrain his orgasm, instead grabbing Cas’ hips and leaning him far back over Dean’s thighs. His dick rubbed right across Cas’ prostate, the Angel’s wail hums through the whole barn, wings shaking. Needing to hear that cry again, Dean pins Cas back again, angling deep, there. Again. Cas groans deep and trembles, “Dean, please, I must cum, this is too much!”
Pushing again, Dean locks onto his lover’s eyes, loving the desperation he sees. “No, Daddy, you’re gonna wait til I say so.” The whimper he heard was intoxicating, fueling his need to fulfill his fantasies, take what he wants. Grabbing his hips, Dean growls, “Don’t. Stop.” And damn if the Angel didn’t just take off, fuck.
Reaching out, fingers wrap around a cluster of feathers, watching Cas gasp at the contact, Dean tugs them over his chest again. Little whispers of bliss. Grasping a single feather, he runs it across his face, lips, over his tongue, his dick twitching inside his moaning Angel. It tastes like Cas and feels just as incredible, he wants more. Even as he reaches out, the other wing swoops against him, hugging against his whole side. His moan is loaded, his body wrapped in ecstasy, hears Cas matching his sounds.
Locking his hand around his Angel and stroking, “Cum with me, Daddy,” and he’s gone, bucking once and freezing in bright white bliss. Cas’ ass is viced around his dick, milking him, wings twitching across their bodies, their orgasms shaking them to the core.
Tucking his wings away, Cas drops down next to Dean, curled onto his heaving chest. “Dean, you are spectacular.”
Laughing, “Babe, can’t even describe…thank you, Cas.”
“Rest, my beloved.”
"I love you, Cas. Forever..."