SPN Fic: Beholden, Dean/Castiel
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Dean/Castiel
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General spoilers for the beginning of season five.
They give and take.
Inspired by this picture and how badly I want to see Dean pull Cas' shirttails free. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginnith and mclachlan.
They never seem to make it to a bed, always too caught up in need and now to wait. Dean’s not complaining, though, not when he’s got Cas pressed up against the wall, shirttails loose around Dean’s wrist as he wraps a hand around Cas’ cock, jacking him off quick and hard.
Cas gasps into his mouth, sounds that aren’t quite words and words that aren’t quite sounds, breath coming in pants even though he doesn’t need to breathe. One more thing he does for Dean, one more thing Dean makes him do.
Dean fucks Cas’ mouth with his tongue, twists his hand, feels Cas shudder and writhe, caught down here between Dean and a hard place, pinned and going nowhere. Cas kisses him back and groans against him, opens up and lets Dean in, moans and comes with Dean’s name on his lips like it’s the only word that matters anymore.
Against the wall, Dean holds him up. Holds him through it and gentles his hand, kisses him soft until Cas opens his eyes and looks at him, gaze clear and bright and burning, always burning with something Dean thinks might be Castiel way back in there, unknowable in ways Dean’s puny human mind can’t begin to imagine.
Dean’s so wrapped up in him he doesn’t care; Castiel is Cas. He gave Dean new life, found Dean new purpose, braved Hell and turned his back on Heaven for Dean. Cas died for him, back in Chuck’s mess of a kitchen at the hand of an archangel.
If anyone knows what it means to give your life for someone else, it’s Dean Winchester.
Cas moves Dean’s hand from his cock, brings it up to his mouth to lick and suck himself from Dean’s fingers, eyes on Dean’s like searchlights that have found their target, their goal.
Pink tongue hot against Dean’s skin, Dean groans and watches Cas, blatant and obvious. He doesn’t know what Cas sees in him, but he knows what Cas sees in his face; he sees it reflected in Cas’ often enough.
Cas pushes him away—his hand wrapped around Dean’s wrist like a tether, making sure he doesn’t go too far—and turns them until Dean’s the one with the wall at his back, pinned in place by nothing more than Cas’ eyes on his as he lowers himself to his knees before Dean.
There’s always a moment when Cas does this where Dean wants to say no and pull Cas back up to him, pull him up and kiss his mouth and take him to bed, take him apart, put him back together between sheets that have seen hundreds of washings. He doesn’t want Cas on his knees before him, doesn’t like the things that position might say about the two of them and whatever this is they’re doing.
But Cas looks up at him every time, eyes asking for permission even as his fingers toy with the button of Dean’s pants, and Dean can never quite say no.
Cas’ mouth on him is hot and wet, soft and eager and perfect. His fingers play on Dean’s hips, his balls, press knowingly in all of the places Dean likes best until Dean is gasping above him, panting Cas’ name and coming down his throat.
Working him through it, Cas licks and sucks, stroking gently, soothingly until Dean has to reach down and still him, hand to hand.
“Cas,” Dean says, and it’s as close as he can get to everything he means.
Dean/Castiel
R
587
General spoilers for the beginning of season five.
They give and take.
Inspired by this picture and how badly I want to see Dean pull Cas' shirttails free. Thanks to
ginnith and mclachlan.They never seem to make it to a bed, always too caught up in need and now to wait. Dean’s not complaining, though, not when he’s got Cas pressed up against the wall, shirttails loose around Dean’s wrist as he wraps a hand around Cas’ cock, jacking him off quick and hard.
Cas gasps into his mouth, sounds that aren’t quite words and words that aren’t quite sounds, breath coming in pants even though he doesn’t need to breathe. One more thing he does for Dean, one more thing Dean makes him do.
Dean fucks Cas’ mouth with his tongue, twists his hand, feels Cas shudder and writhe, caught down here between Dean and a hard place, pinned and going nowhere. Cas kisses him back and groans against him, opens up and lets Dean in, moans and comes with Dean’s name on his lips like it’s the only word that matters anymore.
Against the wall, Dean holds him up. Holds him through it and gentles his hand, kisses him soft until Cas opens his eyes and looks at him, gaze clear and bright and burning, always burning with something Dean thinks might be Castiel way back in there, unknowable in ways Dean’s puny human mind can’t begin to imagine.
Dean’s so wrapped up in him he doesn’t care; Castiel is Cas. He gave Dean new life, found Dean new purpose, braved Hell and turned his back on Heaven for Dean. Cas died for him, back in Chuck’s mess of a kitchen at the hand of an archangel.
If anyone knows what it means to give your life for someone else, it’s Dean Winchester.
Cas moves Dean’s hand from his cock, brings it up to his mouth to lick and suck himself from Dean’s fingers, eyes on Dean’s like searchlights that have found their target, their goal.
Pink tongue hot against Dean’s skin, Dean groans and watches Cas, blatant and obvious. He doesn’t know what Cas sees in him, but he knows what Cas sees in his face; he sees it reflected in Cas’ often enough.
Cas pushes him away—his hand wrapped around Dean’s wrist like a tether, making sure he doesn’t go too far—and turns them until Dean’s the one with the wall at his back, pinned in place by nothing more than Cas’ eyes on his as he lowers himself to his knees before Dean.
There’s always a moment when Cas does this where Dean wants to say no and pull Cas back up to him, pull him up and kiss his mouth and take him to bed, take him apart, put him back together between sheets that have seen hundreds of washings. He doesn’t want Cas on his knees before him, doesn’t like the things that position might say about the two of them and whatever this is they’re doing.
But Cas looks up at him every time, eyes asking for permission even as his fingers toy with the button of Dean’s pants, and Dean can never quite say no.
Cas’ mouth on him is hot and wet, soft and eager and perfect. His fingers play on Dean’s hips, his balls, press knowingly in all of the places Dean likes best until Dean is gasping above him, panting Cas’ name and coming down his throat.
Working him through it, Cas licks and sucks, stroking gently, soothingly until Dean has to reach down and still him, hand to hand.
“Cas,” Dean says, and it’s as close as he can get to everything he means.
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Date: 2010-02-21 10:37 pm (UTC)Just brilliant.
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Date: 2010-02-22 11:49 pm (UTC)Oh, thank you so much! It thrills me that you think so. I'm so happy that other people like something that I enjoy writing so much.
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Date: 2010-02-21 11:35 pm (UTC)Fantastic....I'm at a loss for words after reading this and that's the first that comes to me...just fantastic. :)
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Date: 2010-02-22 11:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-22 01:07 am (UTC)Totally hawt.
I want to chain you up in my basement and make you write all day long.
I'll bring you cookies and coffee!
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Date: 2010-02-22 11:52 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-22 01:25 am (UTC)By all that is holy and unholy, THAT. WAS. HOT. xD
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Date: 2010-02-23 02:47 am (UTC)I'm so happy you liked it! Thank you! :D
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Date: 2010-02-23 02:52 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2010-02-22 04:12 am (UTC)I drooled over my keyboardI loveeed this.(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-23 03:29 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this. :)
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Date: 2010-02-22 07:47 am (UTC)That was um.. yeah.
*melts*
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Date: 2010-02-23 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-22 09:58 am (UTC)Oh HELL, that's hot. They need to find an excuse to do that for us in canon. SRSLY.
Luscious fic, as always! *fans self*
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Date: 2010-02-23 03:34 am (UTC)Right?? I see that picture now and suddenly it's all about Dean's hands at Cas' hips, fingers slowly pulling his shirt free, completely in Cas' personal space while Cas watches him in that kind of...deceptively-passive, expectant way that he has. Dean slow and teasing and cocky and...
Um. Hell. I guess I'm adding another thing on to my list of things to write.
I'm so glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:18 pm (UTC)Guh. Don't forget the bit where Dean's tongue unconsciously sneaks out to wet his bottom lip, and the sight of that sending a jolt straight to Cas' cock phallus. (I like that word. Phallus. It sounds... hot and hard. Why does nobody ever use it?)
Um. Hell. I guess I'm adding another thing on to my list of things to write.
PLEASE. I will fangirl all over you.
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:20 pm (UTC)*shuffles in embarrassment*
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Date: 2010-02-24 08:03 am (UTC)Dean's tongue unconsciously sneaks out to wet his bottom lip, and the sight of that sending a jolt straight to Cas'
cockphallus.Mmm, yeees. By now I'm sure Castiel has a fixation. One that is, in general, Dean-shaped but that is also starting to center around specific Dean-parts.
Phallus! That is totally one that can go on my list of words Castiel might use. (Um, clearly I have a lot of lists.)
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Date: 2010-02-22 11:25 am (UTC)THIS FIC IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THAT HEAD!CANON. I knew there had to be a damned good reason I'd grown so attached to that idea. \o/
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Date: 2010-02-24 08:06 am (UTC)I'm so happy you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-28 11:32 am (UTC)Laura.
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Date: 2010-03-02 12:06 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, thank you!
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Date: 2010-03-03 07:15 am (UTC)Thank you for adding yet another kink to my ever-growing list!
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Date: 2010-03-04 06:24 pm (UTC)That has definitely changed.
I'm so happy you liked it! (And, oooh, fic link! Thanks!) :D
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