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Dean looked at him steadily for a few heartbeats.
In his head, Castiel could feel him ineffectually trying to poke at the mental barrier he had erected. Dean’s green eyes roamed over his figure, assessing him as if he were a wild animal about to escape. When they got back to his own eyes, the hunter licked his lips and said calmly: «You mean about our completed bond?»
Castiel's eyes grew large and lost, his mind twirling in confusion and effectively demolishing the wall between their consciences, sending an almost tickling sensation in Dean’s: «H-how do you know?» He whispered.
Dean shook his head, a small smile curving his lips: «Cas, buddy, I’ve been feeling your anxiety and remorse ever since we stepped back in here, alongside flashes of thoughts. But even without those - which were kind of a bummer to piece together, but we’ll get back to those later because even without those -» He stopped, shaking his head and taking a few steps forward, «Ever since I woke up on that forest floor our connection felt deeper and I’m feeling you differently. A good kind of different, as if our minds have figured out how to fit together and now they just do . I’m not regretting this, Cas, you said we both had to be willing for this to happen, well - I was, hell, I am , so …wanna tell me what happened in that forest when I blacked-out?»
Castiel took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, pondering over all that Dean had just said. He didn’t fuck up after all. Thank the gods.
The witch walked up to Dean and grasped his hands with his own. He slowly began to fill in the gaps for Dean, telling him what had happened earlier, eyes haunted by the memories: «When I saw you hit that tree and fall down, it was as if you were gone - it was awful, you were torn from me - I couldn't feel you anymore. I took care of the monster, but it cost me a lot of energy. My magic was almost depleted when I reached you.» He shook his head, looking away for a moment, a knot forming in his throat, «I gathered what I could and tied it to your soul so that you could heal faster - like - like familiars are able to do thanks to the magic cursing through their veins. It worked. It took a while to get you back to consciousness, but I could feel you were gaining strength. You need to understand, I wish I could’ve asked for your permission, but I was afraid you’d die of hypothermia before even regaining consciousness, so I acted out of instinct to ensure your survival. What’s mine is now yours, I - I love you, Dean, I didn’t want to lose you.» Cas looked almost desperately into Dean’s eyes, pleading him to understand and fearing his feelings would be too much too soon for the other man.
Dean was looking at him with shiny eyes, feelings pouring out of him in confused waves, overwhelmed by Castiel’s speech and unruly emotions: «I’m here Cas, and I’m not going anywhere,» He said roughly, drawing near to kiss Castiel and leading the witch backward toward the bed. Dean broke the kiss off, a frown on his face: «Wait…does this make me Aragorn and you Arwen? Because I’m down for that.» He asked, cocking his eyebrow with a smirk.
Castiel gave him a confused look, Dean let him wonder for a moment before trying to share the scene he was thinking about. To his surprise, he succeeded, and Castiel's eyes lit up in understanding: « Oh , I see, you’re right, I too would rather share a lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone,» he replied, smiling softly.
Dean cheeks flushed pink, «You sap, I love you too,» He muttered in a half whisper, «Now, shut up and kiss me,» Failing to pout as Castiel’s fond amusement suffused their bond, dissipating all the sad feelings.
Castiel did not need to be told twice, he leaned in and poured everything he was feeling into that kiss. Deep and slow. Loving and tender. A promise in itself. His hands reached out to tug Dean closer still, letting the other man walk them backward toward the bed. When Cas’ legs hit its sturdy wooden frame, they stopped for a moment.
Dean’s hands moved to the hem of Castiel’s shirt and helped him out of it, his lips attacking Castiel’s neck, as his five o’clock stubble left a trail of delicious burn on his tender skin. He felt Dean’s warm hands move slowly down his sides, stroking over his abdomen and stopping at his waist to unbuckle his belt in swift precise movements. Castiel’s cock was already hard underneath the denim, and Dean pressed his palm over it as his lips moved back to Castiel’s. The witch’s moan was cut off by Dean’s mouth as his hips thrusted forward to chase the sinfully good pressure on his aching cock.
With a teasing bite to his bottom lip, Dean teased him a few more times before unzipping his jeans and letting them pool on the floor. Castiel shifted to kick them fully off, while Dean grabbed his waist and pulled him firmly against himself, both moaning sensually as their erections pressed together through the thin layers separating them. The kisses they were sharing grew messy and frantic as they moved their bodies to grind together, chasing their shared pleasure. The bond was wide open and both men felt what the other was experiencing, creating an intoxicating loop of pleasure.
Castiel’s hands trailed a path down the slope of Dean’s back, massaging his muscles until his fingertips reached the soft cloth of the towel. He skimmed his fingers over its edge, teasing Dean and feeling the ghost of his own touch on himself too. Only at Dean’s soft: «Please,» he loosened the towel and let it pool at Dean’s feet then moved to grab his own boxers, the final layer between them. He wanted to feel Dean’s skin against his own, he needed it.
Dean’s hands stopped him, his grip gentle yet firm. Castiel whined in disapproval and drew his head back, breaking the kiss and looking at him questioningly with an unhappy frown.
Dean smirked, green eyes mischievously twinkling: «My turn,» he whispered against his lips, a heated look in his eyes as he gently pushed Cas so that he’d lie on the bed and then joined him laying between his legs. Dean’s warm damp skin felt heavenly against his own and Castiel let himself melt on the mattress while Dean pressed him down laying on top of him. His hips grinding against him in slow, measured movements. Castiel remembered Dean’s heated promise of taking him apart bit by bit the next time they’d be intimate, and he was all too willing to surrender control over to the green eyed man this time around.
Dean began to kiss and tease his neck; hands roaming the other man’s body, trying to understand where he was more sensible. He alternated between massaging and caressing him, the trail of his rough hands and fingers followed by that of his soft lips and tongue. Dean moved progressively lower, opening his mind to the bond while trying not to get distracted by the ghostly sensations he was feeling through Cas. He kissed his way toward Castiel’s navel, the witch writhing underneath him as Dean began to worship that part of his body, bestowing particular attention to his hip bones.
At Castiel’s broken: « Dean », the hunter finally moved to give attention to the witch’s straining erection through the boxers, mouthing at the already damp cotton and then blowing air over it softly.
«Fuck, Dean - please,» Groaned Castiel, thighs trembling, his cock twitching.
Dean looked up and met Cas pleading sky blue eyes, pupil blown wide with arousal. Dean’s fingers moved of their own accord and grabbed the elastic band, slowly baring him to his hungry eyes. Castiel’s cock was hard and it sprung upward once the cotton wasn’t holding it against the man’s hip anymore. Castiel looked on with bated breath as Dean drew near, his breath warming the damp skin before closing the gap and pressing a soft kiss to its tip. The witch’s hips twitched upward of their own accord as his head fell backward and Dean’s moved back having anticipated the action thanks to their link.
«Dean - please -» he said, voice rough, hands clawing the sheets at his side.
«Please what, Cas?» Dean asked, his warm breath a teasing ghostly sensation over his leaking cock.
«Anything, anything you’re willing to give,» he replied brokenly, longing and desire filling the bond with such an intensity that it left Dean breathless for a moment.
«You’re so hot, I’m gonna make you feel so good, Cas,» He replied, determined to make Castiel feel as good as humanly possible. The hunter drew near once again and began to mouth over his impressive erection, moving his lips from the bottom to the tip. Once he reached it, he opened his mouth and started to suck him down slowly, his tongue massaging the underside of his dick. He distractedly heard Cas curse over his head, but he kept his focus on his task, sucking him down as far as possible before drawing back, teasing his slit with the tip of his tongue before swallowing him down again further.
To ground himself, Castiel moved his right hand over Dean’s head, gently twisting his fingers through his short hair. With every tortuous movement downward Dean took him deeper in his mouth, the hot velvety soft grip around his member driving him mad with desire. Castiel bit his lips, in a valiant attempt to stifle the sounds wishing to leave his mouth.
As soon as he noticed that, Dean immediately stopped: «Don’t you dare hold back on me Cas, I wanna hear you,» he said, voice wrecked by what he was doing. When Cas silently nodded, Dean dove down back on his erection swallowing him down to the root. Dean’s speed grew faster in tandem with the broken sounds leaving Castiel’s parted lips.
Castiel could feel his gut growing tighter and hotter as his climax approached, but he wanted more tonight. He wanted all of Dean. Still, it took all of his will to make Dean stop: «Dean - Dean , wait!» He groaned in frustration as the hunter paused and drew back as he had demanded. The hunter looked as wrecked as he felt, his pupil blown wide, his breath ragged. He stared at him, waiting.
«I don’t want to cum like this,» Castiel finally rasped out, cheeks flushed.
Dean flashed him a smile: «…anything, Cas, what do you need?»
Castiel bit his lip, nervous despite knowing full well what he desired: «I want you to fuck me,» he finally said looking at him with ravenous eyes.
Dean froze for a moment, his hand still on Cas’ erection: «You sure?» He blurted out, mouth dry and arousal burning through his veins at the mere thought.
«Yes,» Cas replied simply, urging him to crawl back up over him through the bond so that he could kiss him.
«We can do that, I have to prep you first though,» Dean finally said, drawing back to rest his forehead against Cas and trying not to let his nervousness show, as eager as he was, he didn’t want to make this bad for Cas.
«That’s not possible-» Cas rasped out, trying to catch his breath after their latest kiss.
«Wha-?»
«I heard your worry, and I’m telling you - it’s not possible, I trust you Dean, I trust you’ll make me feel good.»
Dean leaned down to kiss him deeply, trying to get his own arousal back in check. After a few kisses, Dean drew back: «I have some lube in my bag,» he muttered and started to move to get it, but Cas trapped him with his legs: «Don’t. Where is it?»
«Uh - in the inside pocket?»
Cas nodded and closed his eyes, he then reached his right hand out and muttered a few words. Dean felt a flash of power curse though him, which made his cock twitch in pleasure, and shortly after the bottle of lube he’d packed materialized in Cas's waiting hand.
The witch didn’t waste time handing it to Dean. «Here,» he prompted, when Dean didn’t move to take it.
The hunter was staring at him in awe: «Uh-» he intelligently said.
Castiel groaned in frustration: «-stop staring at me like that Dean or I swear I’ll figure out how to do this myself without your help.»
That prompted Dean to move and take the offered vial: «Can’t I wonder at my devastatingly handsome boyfriend performing magic?» He asked, moving to kiss his way down Cas’ neck.
«Not when you could use your time to fuck me,» the witch pointed out, letting his need seep through the bond.
«Bossy,» Dean muttered, chuckling and then moved to manhandle Cas so that he had his legs raised over his shoulders, and a pillow under his back to make the position more comfortable. Dean generously coated his fingers with lube and bit Cas’s thigh teasingly, making him gasp, then gently began to tease his opening with a slick finger.
Castiel was nervous. He wanted Dean and he trusted him, but still his heart was beating incredibly fast and he felt vulnerable in that position. He closed his eyes and focused on his breath, letting his body relax under Dean’s gentle ministrations. Castiel couldn’t help but gasp when he felt Dean’s finger stroke his entrance, while Dean’s mouth kept teasing the sensible flesh inside his thigh. He expected to feel discomfort at Dean breaching him, albeit only with a finger, but Dean’s circular motions made him so pliant he merely groaned in pleasure when it happened.
«You okay?» Dean asked, stopping his motions and letting him get accustomed to the foreign feeling.
«Yeah,» he breathed out. He’d staked a claim on Dean’s soul, he couldn’t wait for the hunter to claim his body in return. He glanced at Dean and saw his eyes grow dark with desire, he hadn’t meant to project that thought through the bond, but he was glad it had happened.
Dean’s hand never stopped his movements as the man bowed over him and kissed him possessively. Thoroughly distracted, Castiel could only moan at the new stretch as Dean added a second finger, purposefully working them inside him and then hooking them upward so that they’d hit his prostate. Castiel arched upward, his back bending as he tried to chase the unexpected sensation. His eyes closed of his own volition and his fingers scratched Dean’s back while a desperate sound left his parted lips.
Dean’s amusement and desire reached him though the bond as the man chuckled: «Feels good, right?» all the while kissing his exposed neck.
«That’s an understatement,» Cas groaned out, making Dean laugh again.
«Damn right, I’m gonna make you feel so good Cas, I cannot wait to be inside you,» he said huskily, repeating the motion and scissoring his fingers to get him ready for a third.
«Uh, fuck - please, Dean, I’m not fragile - more,» Cas panted out, hips moving to meet the man’s fingers.
At last, Dean must’ve felt that Castiel was prepared enough, because he paused and carefully extracted his fingers. Castiel let out a disgruntled sound at the loss. Dean leaned down to kiss him and then the witch felt the tip of Dean’s cock touch his entrance.
Dean rested his forehead against his: «Cas, look at me.» When the witch did, Dean moved and carefully pushed inside of him. Castiel’s arms shifted to encircle him, drawing him close and the world suddenly was reduced to what he was feeling. When Dean was totally shielded inside of him, Cas let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He felt stretched, full, and gloriously complete in both mind and body. Dean began to move slowly, foreheads against each other, breathing in each other's air. And suddenly Castiel couldn’t tell anymore where his body stopped and Dean began. It felt like they were melting into each other, slowly, inexorably.
Dean’s hips moved in sensuous rolls, slow but hard, steadily building their pleasure. Instinctively, Castiel’s hips began to shift at the same rhythm, meeting him thrust after thrust, ensuring his cock would hit his prostate. Castiel threw his head back, lost in the sensations Dean’s body was bestowing upon him. The Bond magnified their sensations, enveloping them in an incandescent loop of pleasure, given and taken. As with their first kiss, Castiel could feel his magic growing stronger with each press of lips, with each thrust of hips, with each firm stroke of Dean’s expert hand. It was blissful. Everytime their body met it was an explosion of pleasure, and it just kept building up.
«Cas, I’m close,» Dean whispered huskily, his movements growing faster, harder, his mind unfocused in his urgency. Castiel opened his eyes and met Dean’s, his breath stuttering at the amount of love he saw in them.
«Me too,» he replied in a drawn out groan as Dean’s hand expertly twisted on the tip of his cock. Even though the build up had been drawn out, his climax still hit him by surprise and Castiel cried out as his release painted Dean’s hand and stomach. Dean’s movement grew frantic as he fucked him through his orgasm while chasing his own, and soon after he too found his peak and all but collapsed over Cas after a few last strokes. They laid still in each other’s arms, both struggling to get a hold of their breath.
Dean was the first to break the silence: «Cas-»
«If you’re about to ask me to clean us up I swear I’ll smack you,» Castiel muttered, still blissed out and intending to remain in that state of mind for as long as possible.
Dean broke out in an helpless high pitched giggle: «I swear I wasn’t, but you make a good point, I do feel kinda gross - and I doubt you’re much more comfortable…»
Fair point , he thought. «Ugh, yes, I will clean us in a moment…» Cas replied, hiding his face back into Dean’s neck. «What were you about to say?»
Dean drew back to kiss him sweetly: «Just that I love you.»
Castiel hummed happily, «I love you too, I’m glad to have found you.»
Dean grinned back, he then shifted position and his expression morphed into a grimace at feeling how soiled they were. Castiel rolled his eyes at his partner’s dramatics and made good on his word, cleaning up the evidence of their love-making with a quick spell.
«Better?» He asked after, right eyebrow raised.
«Much, you know, it truly has been a blessing in disguise finding you all those months ago, and this magic trick sure is handy,» he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
«Ugh, you’re an idiot,» Cas complained good naturedly.
«But you love me,» Dean said, twisting so that Castiel was lying more comfortably on his side, half on top of him. He then picked up a discarded blanket and spread it as better as he could over them.
«It appears that I do…» said Castiel with an exaggerated sigh, his hand drawing invisible sigils of protection over Dean’s chest.
«We still have to go to that shop-»
« Emporium , Dean,» Cas could feel his intended roll his eyes at the distinction, «We still have time, don’t we? I hope they won’t mind us getting a little break after solving another case.»
«I bet you’re actually itching to get back so you can write the report,» Dean said teasingly.
Castiel flushed, it was a part of the job he enjoyed.
Dean laughed: «Nerd,» he commented.
«I will have to omit some parts-» Castiel muttered contemplating the events of the past few days and wondering how to summarize them to their superior’s satisfaction.
Dean’s chest shaked with mirth: «I sure hope you will! There are some things my family really doesn’t need to know, no matter how much I’d enjoy scarring Sammy for life.»
«We will have to talk to Charlie too, she’s probably been waiting for us to give her some kind of feedback - how long do you think we still have before she sends someone to check in on us?»
«Ugh, you’re right, I’ll give her a call in a few,» Dean said. They quieted down for a moment, though Castiel couldn’t relax at the thought of his new found family.
«What’s bugging you Cas?» Dean asked softly, sensing something was off.
«I just - aren’t you worried about what your family will say once we get back…bonded?»
Dean snorted, not worried at all judging by his mind: «Nah, they’ll be fine with it, sunshine. Sam dated a werewolf a few years back, you’re practically vanilla by comparison. But that’s a thought for another day, let’s enjoy this moment of peace without nosy family and friends, shall we?»
«As you wish, beloved.» Castiel said, flashing him a bright smile and resting his head over Dean’s chest to listen to his heartbeat.
The End.