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annundrielWhile the Sky Crashes Down
Dean/Castiel
R
1514
No spoilers.
It's a dark and stormy night.
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sycophantastic for telling me I should begin this fic with "It was a dark and stormy night" and obstinatrix for daring me to do it. The fic wouldn't be the same if they hadn't. I also want to thank the fantastic cautionzombies and stellamaris99 for lending me their wonderful beta skills.
Castiel lies on his side, feet brushing Dean’s, and watches the light change in their room, counting off slow seconds as Dean sleeps at his back, fingers possessive and curled around Castiel’s hip. He’s been listening to thunder in the distance, noting the way it draws closer. Imagines it will be upon them any moment now, the soft susurration of rain on the pavement growing heavier until it’s a downpour. A lullaby turned to one of Dean’s beloved songs, a cacophony of noise.
He knows the moment Dean regains consciousness, can feel it as though it’s a weight, Dean taking up space he wasn’t before. His fingers are hot on Castiel’s hip, breath warm against the back of Castiel’s neck, and he’s hard, hard and awake and pressed up against Castiel like he can’t stand to be apart. Like the hours he’s been asleep have been days, weeks, months. Not the short reprieve of silence and rejuvenation, but a forced absence, a painful withholding of time and presence. Dean shifts, noses at Castiel’s hair, mouths at his skin. Nips at the highest curve of Castiel’s shoulder. Ready, here and now. He’s ready.
It doesn’t always happen like this, desire sparking between them, lighting them up like flames that burn hot and fast. Sometimes it’s slow and exploratory, exciting and comfortable at the same time. They know each other’s bodies instinctively; have learned each other’s touch and taste and smell, the sounds they make when they come, the perfect arches of skin and muscle and bone as the world contracts around them, closing in until there’s nothing left but the two of them.
This time, it happens in an instant, need and want igniting bright and white-hot like the lightning that flashes outside, filling their room with quicksilver. Tucked between worn motel sheets, fingers find skin, like magnets pulled together by opposing charges, one touch leading to another and another. Hands gripping and fingers grasping as they fold around each other in the fresh dark, the sound of rain and thunder hiding their moans from the outside world.
Groaning, Castiel presses back against Dean, gives himself over completely to the feel of skin on skin, their bodies slip-sliding together as they breathe charged air.
“Fuck,” Dean growls, teeth grazing Castiel’s skin as the fricative catches. The sound curls in the shell of Castiel’s ear, settles there shivering as Dean’s arm tightens around Castiel’s chest, pulling him close, closer, starved for touch and Castiel. Like all of the times before weren’t enough, like they will never be enough.
Reaching back, Castiel finds Dean’s hip with his hand, presses his fingers against sweaty flesh. Knows he’s leaving bruises and can’t bring himself to care, not when they’re twisted together like this, a Gordian Knot of their own devising.
“Dean,” he breathes, voice thick and rough, unused to words and speech when they find their way here by touch, by look and feel. Too much emotion to be put into these tiny human words that feel unwieldy, never quite right. He’s learning to make do, learning to infuse simple syllables with complicated meaning. “Dean.”
Thunder rumbles above, and if they weren’t pressed so close, so tight, Castiel would miss Dean speaking behind him, would feel only the hint of Dean’s breath and know that he’d missed something.
“Cas,” Dean says. “Fuck, Cas, you feel so good, this is—” Lightning splinters the sky, highlighting the spaces they don’t fill because they’re too busy trying to occupy the same one. Dean’s hand moves from Castiel’s chest, heading downward to wrap around Castiel’s cock. “Cas,” he tries again, name falling from his lips like the rain falling outside, like it’s Dean’s favorite flavor, one he wants to taste again and again.
Just a name, Castiel’s name, the name Dean chose for him, and Castiel knows what he means when he says it, knows all the words it’s making up for, the ones they don’t say. The ones that neither of them can say. It doesn’t matter how much they feel them, how much they mean them, the words grow heavy on Castiel’s tongue, as he knows they do on Dean’s. There are things he’d rather do with his mouth anyway, now that Dean has shown him.
Dean’s hold on him is tight, his arms strong, and Castiel could leave if he wanted to, could break away and pin Dean beneath him, take Dean and claim him, make sure no one ever touches him like this again. Ensure that this is Castiel’s and no one else’s.
He doesn’t. Later, he might. Later he’ll crowd his way between Dean’s thighs, press slick fingers against that tight heat, fuck him slow and hard until Dean’s shaking and shuddering and pushing against Castiel’s fingers, begging for more.
Dean’s lips move against Castiel’s shoulder, curve and slip, and Castiel thinks he knows what Dean’s trying to say.
Never wanted anything like this, like you.
Castiel lets go of Dean’s hip, covers Dean’s hand on his cock instead, tangles their fingers together. Squeezes tight, answering now, yes, now, Dean as rain falls and lightning cracks, as thunder shakes the four walls of their room.
Or maybe it’s them, maybe it’s this thing between them, too big and too vast for the confines of their bodies, their bed, the areas marked yours and mine and ours between them.
They’re blurred now, have been blurring daily since Castiel pulled Dean from Hell, left his mark upon Dean’s shoulder. Castiel didn’t know, he couldn’t have known, how things would change then, how everything would shift. How he himself would twist and bend and break for Dean, because of Dean.
Irrevocable change has settled over them both, burning away what came before, making room for what comes next, these new people, new beings they’re both becoming, wings bursting forth after a long sleep.
Dean doesn’t complain about personal space or crowding anymore. He stays still now when Castiel gets too close, while Castiel watches the flush rise on Dean’s skin, sees the flutter of Dean’s pulse quicken along the line of his neck. He knows what Dean anticipates. Castiel wants it, too.
Here and now, storm raging outside and tempest roaring within, he has it, the undeniable press of flesh and blood and bone. The mattress creaks beneath them as they edge swells of pleasure, riding each wave as they move together, bodies in sync, needs in perfect harmony, a song Castiel did not know he was capable of creating. One he never thought of singing before Dean Winchester and all of his aching, beautiful humanity. Dean, who crept between the hairline fractures of Castiel’s faith, made Castiel’s blood pump and his borrowed heart race, his breath come fast. Made Castiel feel. He followed Dean to Hell when all he knew was righteous man; what’s falling to earth when he knows so much more?
Dean’s breath rushes across his skin, stirring the hair at the back of Castiel’s head, raising goose bumps in its wake. Castiel’s fingers flex around Dean’s, holding his hand still and steady as Castiel shifts his hip against the sheets, thrusting forward into their joined grip. Dean rocks with him, falls into rhythm behind him, face tucked against the curve of Castiel’s neck.
“Cas,” Dean says, like It’s the only word he knows, the only word that matters muffled by skin, the combined heat of their bodies, the downpour outside. It’s a lifeline, a tether grounding Castiel here in this moment; that name, this man, these feelings that Castiel cannot ignore. He’s tried. Castiel isn’t a hammer anymore. He’s learning that destiny can be what you make of it.
He would have fallen for Dean anyway. They were always going to end up here, like this, clinging to each other, trusting in wood and plaster and glass to hide them from the world.
Castiel closes his eyes and opens his mouth and pants Dean’s name, breathes Dean’s name into the unreliable darkness until they’re both moaning, keening, coming as the sky falls down around them.
Gasping into his pillow, Castiel blinks sweat out of his eyes and pulls Dean’s hand off of his cock, filling the empty space with his fingers, twining their hands together. He drags Dean close, sucks salt and come from the pad of Dean’s thumb, presses his mouth against Dean’s palm, soft and calloused and warm.
Dean’s breath huffs against him, a rumbling chuckle radiating from Dean’s chest. “Cas.” He nips at Castiel’s neck, the knob of vertebra where his spine begins. “Cas,” he repeats, and then Dean’s rolling him, tugging at his shoulder, pulling at his wrist until Castiel is on his back, looking up. Dean hovers above him, hair damp and disarrayed, pupils wide and dark, eyes still wild when lightning flashes outside again. His teeth glint when he leans forward, sharp and predatory, and Castiel shifts beneath him, opens his arms and welcomes him, gives him everything he has to give and then gives more. Lets himself be pinned here in the half-light as the storm finally moves on.
Dean/Castiel
R
1514
No spoilers.
It's a dark and stormy night.
I want to thank
sycophantastic for telling me I should begin this fic with "It was a dark and stormy night" and obstinatrix for daring me to do it. The fic wouldn't be the same if they hadn't. I also want to thank the fantastic cautionzombies and stellamaris99 for lending me their wonderful beta skills.Castiel lies on his side, feet brushing Dean’s, and watches the light change in their room, counting off slow seconds as Dean sleeps at his back, fingers possessive and curled around Castiel’s hip. He’s been listening to thunder in the distance, noting the way it draws closer. Imagines it will be upon them any moment now, the soft susurration of rain on the pavement growing heavier until it’s a downpour. A lullaby turned to one of Dean’s beloved songs, a cacophony of noise.
He knows the moment Dean regains consciousness, can feel it as though it’s a weight, Dean taking up space he wasn’t before. His fingers are hot on Castiel’s hip, breath warm against the back of Castiel’s neck, and he’s hard, hard and awake and pressed up against Castiel like he can’t stand to be apart. Like the hours he’s been asleep have been days, weeks, months. Not the short reprieve of silence and rejuvenation, but a forced absence, a painful withholding of time and presence. Dean shifts, noses at Castiel’s hair, mouths at his skin. Nips at the highest curve of Castiel’s shoulder. Ready, here and now. He’s ready.
It doesn’t always happen like this, desire sparking between them, lighting them up like flames that burn hot and fast. Sometimes it’s slow and exploratory, exciting and comfortable at the same time. They know each other’s bodies instinctively; have learned each other’s touch and taste and smell, the sounds they make when they come, the perfect arches of skin and muscle and bone as the world contracts around them, closing in until there’s nothing left but the two of them.
This time, it happens in an instant, need and want igniting bright and white-hot like the lightning that flashes outside, filling their room with quicksilver. Tucked between worn motel sheets, fingers find skin, like magnets pulled together by opposing charges, one touch leading to another and another. Hands gripping and fingers grasping as they fold around each other in the fresh dark, the sound of rain and thunder hiding their moans from the outside world.
Groaning, Castiel presses back against Dean, gives himself over completely to the feel of skin on skin, their bodies slip-sliding together as they breathe charged air.
“Fuck,” Dean growls, teeth grazing Castiel’s skin as the fricative catches. The sound curls in the shell of Castiel’s ear, settles there shivering as Dean’s arm tightens around Castiel’s chest, pulling him close, closer, starved for touch and Castiel. Like all of the times before weren’t enough, like they will never be enough.
Reaching back, Castiel finds Dean’s hip with his hand, presses his fingers against sweaty flesh. Knows he’s leaving bruises and can’t bring himself to care, not when they’re twisted together like this, a Gordian Knot of their own devising.
“Dean,” he breathes, voice thick and rough, unused to words and speech when they find their way here by touch, by look and feel. Too much emotion to be put into these tiny human words that feel unwieldy, never quite right. He’s learning to make do, learning to infuse simple syllables with complicated meaning. “Dean.”
Thunder rumbles above, and if they weren’t pressed so close, so tight, Castiel would miss Dean speaking behind him, would feel only the hint of Dean’s breath and know that he’d missed something.
“Cas,” Dean says. “Fuck, Cas, you feel so good, this is—” Lightning splinters the sky, highlighting the spaces they don’t fill because they’re too busy trying to occupy the same one. Dean’s hand moves from Castiel’s chest, heading downward to wrap around Castiel’s cock. “Cas,” he tries again, name falling from his lips like the rain falling outside, like it’s Dean’s favorite flavor, one he wants to taste again and again.
Just a name, Castiel’s name, the name Dean chose for him, and Castiel knows what he means when he says it, knows all the words it’s making up for, the ones they don’t say. The ones that neither of them can say. It doesn’t matter how much they feel them, how much they mean them, the words grow heavy on Castiel’s tongue, as he knows they do on Dean’s. There are things he’d rather do with his mouth anyway, now that Dean has shown him.
Dean’s hold on him is tight, his arms strong, and Castiel could leave if he wanted to, could break away and pin Dean beneath him, take Dean and claim him, make sure no one ever touches him like this again. Ensure that this is Castiel’s and no one else’s.
He doesn’t. Later, he might. Later he’ll crowd his way between Dean’s thighs, press slick fingers against that tight heat, fuck him slow and hard until Dean’s shaking and shuddering and pushing against Castiel’s fingers, begging for more.
Dean’s lips move against Castiel’s shoulder, curve and slip, and Castiel thinks he knows what Dean’s trying to say.
Never wanted anything like this, like you.
Castiel lets go of Dean’s hip, covers Dean’s hand on his cock instead, tangles their fingers together. Squeezes tight, answering now, yes, now, Dean as rain falls and lightning cracks, as thunder shakes the four walls of their room.
Or maybe it’s them, maybe it’s this thing between them, too big and too vast for the confines of their bodies, their bed, the areas marked yours and mine and ours between them.
They’re blurred now, have been blurring daily since Castiel pulled Dean from Hell, left his mark upon Dean’s shoulder. Castiel didn’t know, he couldn’t have known, how things would change then, how everything would shift. How he himself would twist and bend and break for Dean, because of Dean.
Irrevocable change has settled over them both, burning away what came before, making room for what comes next, these new people, new beings they’re both becoming, wings bursting forth after a long sleep.
Dean doesn’t complain about personal space or crowding anymore. He stays still now when Castiel gets too close, while Castiel watches the flush rise on Dean’s skin, sees the flutter of Dean’s pulse quicken along the line of his neck. He knows what Dean anticipates. Castiel wants it, too.
Here and now, storm raging outside and tempest roaring within, he has it, the undeniable press of flesh and blood and bone. The mattress creaks beneath them as they edge swells of pleasure, riding each wave as they move together, bodies in sync, needs in perfect harmony, a song Castiel did not know he was capable of creating. One he never thought of singing before Dean Winchester and all of his aching, beautiful humanity. Dean, who crept between the hairline fractures of Castiel’s faith, made Castiel’s blood pump and his borrowed heart race, his breath come fast. Made Castiel feel. He followed Dean to Hell when all he knew was righteous man; what’s falling to earth when he knows so much more?
Dean’s breath rushes across his skin, stirring the hair at the back of Castiel’s head, raising goose bumps in its wake. Castiel’s fingers flex around Dean’s, holding his hand still and steady as Castiel shifts his hip against the sheets, thrusting forward into their joined grip. Dean rocks with him, falls into rhythm behind him, face tucked against the curve of Castiel’s neck.
“Cas,” Dean says, like It’s the only word he knows, the only word that matters muffled by skin, the combined heat of their bodies, the downpour outside. It’s a lifeline, a tether grounding Castiel here in this moment; that name, this man, these feelings that Castiel cannot ignore. He’s tried. Castiel isn’t a hammer anymore. He’s learning that destiny can be what you make of it.
He would have fallen for Dean anyway. They were always going to end up here, like this, clinging to each other, trusting in wood and plaster and glass to hide them from the world.
Castiel closes his eyes and opens his mouth and pants Dean’s name, breathes Dean’s name into the unreliable darkness until they’re both moaning, keening, coming as the sky falls down around them.
Gasping into his pillow, Castiel blinks sweat out of his eyes and pulls Dean’s hand off of his cock, filling the empty space with his fingers, twining their hands together. He drags Dean close, sucks salt and come from the pad of Dean’s thumb, presses his mouth against Dean’s palm, soft and calloused and warm.
Dean’s breath huffs against him, a rumbling chuckle radiating from Dean’s chest. “Cas.” He nips at Castiel’s neck, the knob of vertebra where his spine begins. “Cas,” he repeats, and then Dean’s rolling him, tugging at his shoulder, pulling at his wrist until Castiel is on his back, looking up. Dean hovers above him, hair damp and disarrayed, pupils wide and dark, eyes still wild when lightning flashes outside again. His teeth glint when he leans forward, sharp and predatory, and Castiel shifts beneath him, opens his arms and welcomes him, gives him everything he has to give and then gives more. Lets himself be pinned here in the half-light as the storm finally moves on.
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:37 pm (UTC)The absolutely amazing imagery in this! I could almost taste the storm (and I love storm as much as I love D/C *g*). Castiel's almost beatific enjoyment of this is just wow.
*smishes you hard* Totally awesome! :)
(thanks for posting, am having a hard day and this just made it so much better!)
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Date: 2011-04-28 01:50 am (UTC)Thank you so much, hon! I'm so happy you liked it. :)
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:39 pm (UTC)LOVE.
ETA I will now think of this all afternoon at the beach. <3
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Date: 2011-04-28 04:02 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it. :)
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:42 pm (UTC)Your writing is breathtaking, stunning. I continue to admire you so much. Thanks for being both a friend and an inspiration.
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Date: 2011-04-30 06:12 am (UTC)::smishes you hard::
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-30 06:23 am (UTC)I do love frottage in fic. I'm so happy you enjoyed it. <3
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:49 pm (UTC)He would have fallen for Dean anyway. They were always going to end up here, like this, clinging to each other, trusting in wood and plaster and glass to hide them from the world.
I find this part to be so poignant and so revealing. The fact that Castiel believes in Dean and loves him so much that he would have Fallen for him? Just ugh!
That and the fact that they both suck with words so they communicate through actions.
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Date: 2011-04-30 06:26 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!
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Date: 2011-04-23 06:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-04-23 06:29 pm (UTC)Still my favorite line and the one that broke me in this. Fuck yeah.
The mattress creaks beneath them as they edge swells of pleasure, riding each wave as they move together, bodies in sync, needs in perfect harmony, a song Castiel did not know he was capable of creating. One he never thought of singing before Dean Winchester and all of his aching, beautiful humanity. Dean, who crept between the hairline fractures of Castiel’s faith, made Castiel’s blood pump and his borrowed heart race, his breath come fast. Made Castiel feel. He followed Dean to Hell when all he knew was righteous man; what’s falling to earth when he knows so much more?
Second favorite part. I still don't really have words for this. And I honestly don't know how you do it. But I know I'm grateful that you do it. So thank you.
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Date: 2011-04-30 06:50 am (UTC)I continue to be thrilled that you like it. Thank you so, so much.
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Date: 2011-04-23 06:48 pm (UTC)It's just so...poetic and yeah. Now I want to go have sex in a storm.
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Date: 2011-04-23 07:01 pm (UTC)flailing death)
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Date: 2011-04-30 06:52 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2011-04-30 07:43 am (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2011-04-30 07:56 am (UTC)Oh gosh. I'm so happy you liked it. Thank you!
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Date: 2011-04-24 12:47 pm (UTC)Favorite line. I mean, it's all gorgeous, but that especially suck with me.
I feel like I should be saying "omg wow srsly" & "you've really captured how deep their love is" & "nnnnnggg" but... your other commenters have already said that. So, heh, what they said. ;)
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Date: 2011-04-30 10:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:51 am (UTC)There is so much to love here, but I think I love their names. And the Gordion knot. And the inevitability. And and and... Everything.
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Date: 2011-04-26 08:57 pm (UTC)This is just lovely...
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Date: 2011-04-27 02:46 pm (UTC)This fic is brilliant and heartbreaking and I'm going to be reading it so many more times.
Thank you for sharing it.
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Date: 2011-08-14 05:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 2012-08-01 06:41 am (UTC)It Was Simply Beautiful<3
I cannot Right now.
*The Feels*