hysteria | Reverence [Castiel/Dean]

Title: Reverence

Rating: R

Word Count: 2,237

Pairing: Castiel/Dean

Warnings: Probably OOC but yummy PWP ;d

Summary: You’ve got it all wrong; Dean doesn’t have a pain kink. He’s got an angel kink, and it needs scratched. Part I of the Shower!verse

“Cas…tiel…” Dean’s breath was ragged as he continued to toss and turn in his musty hotel bed. Memories of hell continued to crash down heavily on his mind; until claws, teeth and hooks were all he was seeing. He had begun to remember, different things from his time in hell, and when he’d been taken out, when Castiel had saved him.

He could feel the grip on his arm, tightly grabbing his bicep with his hand leaving a mark, marking him. The hell if he knew what for, but it made him feel safe, it made him feel wanted. There was an instant rush of hot and wet and he bolted up from the bed, his eyes flew open and he gripped his knees trying to catch his breath. He looked down at his boxers and the giant wet spot forming on them, along with the sweat covered sheets. He took in a deep breath, and feel back against the bed; Jesus Christ he’d just had a fucking wet dream, and a fucking fantastic orgasm at that, and he was still hard.

He hadn’t even dreamt about sex, or busty Asian women, just Castiel’s touch, fuck.

He looked over at the musty, uncomfortable bed beside his expecting to see Sam sleeping, but found an empty bed with rustled sheets, the bitch had snuck out. He sighed loudly; this was not what he wanted to deal with tonight.

“Did your dreams wake you?”

A familiar voice echoed from across the room, Dean managed to stop himself from flinching, “Fuck don’t you ever knock, or you know, just call?”

Castiel just looked at him with mild amusement, or well what he assumed was amusement, the guy used facial expressions like a 50 year old house wife who just got botox.

“What do you want Cas? Here to warm me about the coming apocalypse, make sure I’m not screwing up my second chance?” he practically growled.

“What were you dreaming about, Dean?” the way his named rolled off his tongue, it had to be a sin, his cock jerked just from the sound and then suddenly he became all too painfully aware of the very large, very wet, very obvious stain he was sporting on top of his morning, or well evening wood.

He nervously pulled his gaze away from Castiel and tried to think of a smart remark but the words just weren’t working, he moved to get past him and to the bathroom where he could hopefully find yesterday’s dirty clothes and wash off what was now surely, dried cum coating his thighs.

Castiel moved to stop his advancing, “You’re not speaking to me?” his tone didn’t even hint at humor, Dean just had a wet dream and was fully exposed to a damn angel; and he was trying to be fucking serious.

“Hell.”

His brows furrowed and he reached out for Dean’s arm, “What?”

“You asked what I dreamt about, and that’s it. Hell.”

It seemed as though he was deep in thought when he finally broke the silence, “I didn’t believe Hell had that sort of…impact on the mind?”

He knew it was a question, but what the fuck was he supposed to say; No, but you touching me sure as hell did, I came harder than a ten dollar hooker and still want more, oh yeah that just rolled right off the tongue.

“Was there more? Or did you enjoy the suffering?” Castiel might as well have been a five year old boy for the way he was blatantly ignoring the obvious signs Dean was giving.

Covered in cum.

Flushed.

Hard.

Won’t look you quite in the eye.

Avoiding direct questions.

Given conclusion; Dean Winchester had a wet dream about you. Well, it wasn’t really a wet dream if no one had their clothes off right? It was just…hot and sticky.

“No.” his voice didn’t come out more than a whisper. He knew Castiel was wondering which question he was answering so he decided to be compliant this time, “No I didn’t enjoy the suffering.” Not that it even began to describe what hell was, what it had done to him.

“Then there was more?” Dean pursed his lips together, he refused to answer; hoping Castiel would take one of the hints he’d displayed either figure out the dream was about you, or get the fuck away. “Dean.” He spoke softly, as if he were a child; “You can speak to me freely, I will not judge. I understand that many humans have certain…fetishes, they enjoy odd things, is that why you are afraid to tell me?”

Dean’s eyes widened and he couldn’t stifle a laugh, a loud one. “You think I have some sort of pain kink?” He looked at Castiel in disbelief when he didn’t move to deny it, “I don’t have a God damn pain kink, alright?” his voice was getting quieter and quieter by the second. Which was worse, he wondered; an angel thinking he was some BDSM freak or knowing he had an angel kink?

Castiel stretched out his arm and placed it on Dean’s bicep where his mark lay, “What was it?”

His eyes may of well rolled into the back of his head with the sudden touch, right there he let out a small moan and refused eye contact with the now intimidating angel. A warm hand touched the hollow of his cheek and then moved down to his jaw line, bringing his face up to meet the shorter mans. Dean finally drew the courage to look into his eyes and looked into Castiel’s and what he saw wasn’t what he’d expected; he’d expected to see maybe pity and confusion. But he got the opposite, it was a look of understanding; he knew Dean had dreamt about him. Dean opened his mouth to say something but it came out as a whimper, fuck when did he turn into such a pussy? “It wasn’t like that.” It came out more rushed than he’d intended, like he was trying to hide something.

“It’s understandable to feel…reverence towards me; I did raise you from perdition.”

He wanted to claim insanity, the fact that he was being touched in such sensitive places by Castiel, but it was his own damn fault his mouth opened so quickly; “I wouldn’t call a boner reverence.”

He then once again expected something he didn’t receive; Castiel to turn away in disgust; to throw him back into hell where he surely deserved to be; but Castiel just gave a small smile, “I suppose not then.”

“Look I know I’m sorry—, wait what?” once again his mouth opened far before his train of thought caught up, “What do you mean?”

Castiel tilted his head ever so slightly and moved his hand from his jaw line to his neck, resting it there, “You’re right arousal is not likely a sign of reverence, merely attraction correct?”

“Uh, yeah I guess.” The blush rising on Dean’s cheeks would bring the last diner waitress he boned to shame.

“What should we do about this?” he gestured to Dean’s straining shorts, unconsciously licking his lips.

Dean gulped he knew that Castiel was probably oblivious to this fact but his, Castiel’s lips were…Christ he had cock-sucking lips. “I—I’ll go take care of it.” He looked at Castiel who was still unwilling to relinquish his hold, “Dude— you uh have to let me go first.”

“If I’m the one who caused this, should I not be the one to fix it?” he brushed his now stubbly cheek against Dean’s and smiled against his skin; “Do you not want my help?”

He opened his mouth to say something just as Castiel’s hand drifted down to his crotch lightly stroking; “Oh fuck God…Castiel.”

“You’d like my help then?”

Dean reached his arm out to grab the back of Castiel’s head, crashing his lips onto his; it was a mess of teeth and tongue, fighting for dominance that Castiel eventually gained turning them around and making Dean walk backwards until they connected with the Bathroom door, “Open it, Dean.” He pulled his mouth away just long enough to speak before crashing it back down, immediately slipping his tongue back in.

Dean fumbled behind himself and struggled with the door handle, it swung open and Castiel pushed him inside. “Start the shower.” Dean made a strangled noise as he pulled away completely and began to strip; suddenly the holy tax account was a holy porn star.

Dean bent over and turned the water on inhaling deeply as he thought about what he was doing, he just made out with an angel and now he was going to take a shower with him? Damn, if he wasn’t going back to hell before, he sure as fuck was now.

A hand reached out and gently tugged at the hem of his t-shirt as he began to stand back up. He pulled it off and where the t-shirt once was, Castiel’s mouth replaced it’s warmth with his tongue. Trailing up his spine until he met the curve of his neck, rubbing his erection through Dean’s tight jeans, he received a deep groan from Dean and smirked, “Strip.”

He decided this wasn’t the time for smart comebacks, or stalling and pulled his boxers all the way down and stepped out of them, turning to face Castiel. “A-are we going to get in?” he felt like the girl, he knew he was acting like the girl, but damn he was horny.

Castiel chuckled and pushed the curtain open, “Yes.”

Dean stepped backward into the shower until he was pressed against the back wall and Castiel followed suit, his hand gliding down until they were on his hips sliding down to his knees, “Fuck, Castiel you don’t have to— fuck.” Dean was silenced by a hot wet mouth licking the slit of his cock, sucking off the pre-cum.

He knew this had to be his first time, for fucks sake he was an angel; it was hot and sloppy, and so fucking good. His hand clutched into his hair urging him to go deeper, and he did; taking as much as he could in his mouth making small gagging noises as he attempted to take him all the way in. “Fuck— you don’t have to go all they way,” he pulled back and began to lick at the base of his cock, causing him to jerk forward, “just like that, oh fuck.”

He raked his tongue up Dean’s erection before taking it back in his mouth, bobbing up and down faster than before. His hips bucked in reaction causing Castile to gag but he just kept moving, like it didn’t affect him. Dean dug his fingers into the angel’s shoulders and pushed him back on his heels, “Did,” he stopped to lick his lips, “did I do something wrong?” his voice had been thoroughly fucked out, raspy and deep.

“Come,” he took a deep breath, “come up here.” Dean looked down at his confused face and smiled, running his thumb across his bee stung lips, “you gotta come too right?”

He smiled lightly and gripped onto Dean’s hips again pulling himself up, he pressed his face into Dean’s hard chest, cuddling into him. Dean put his hand back into his hair lightly yanking him back and claiming his lips roughly, tongue running over his teeth and the hollows of his cheeks. Castiel moaned into the kiss and allowed Dean to control the kiss, his hand moving back down to Dean’s throbbing dick, fisting it tightly as dean continued to fuck his mouth.

Dean’s hand followed Castiel’s lead and reached down to grip the other man’s cock, pulling tightly upwards, making him moan loudly into his mouth. He hadn’t really thought about it but, being Castiel’s first time on Earth, this was probably his first hand job. He broke apart from Castiel’s mouth and the angels head landed in the crook of his neck, biting and sucking; small incoherent noises coming out from those sinfully plump lips. “Fuck Castiel, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“I don’t believe,” he groaned loudly when Dean pulled hard, “that I will either.” His words still coming out as eloquently as ever, he came hard onto Dean’s hand and abdomen, griping tightly onto his chest; clawing. “Oh, God.”

He grinned, “You can call me Dean.” Just as Castiel came he picked up the pace and gripped Dean tighter pushing him over the edge, “Fuck, Castiel…” he watched as the smaller man brought his cum covered hand curiously back up to his mouth and darted his tongue out, tasting him. He groaned loudly, he would’ve come again if he could. “Taste good?”

Castiel made a grumbled sound that he assumed was a moan and grinned he pulled his hand away from his mouth and brought it to the water, rinsing it off. Castiel gave him an odd look tilting his head slightly, like a fucking cat. His hand reached out and gripped the smaller man shoulder bringing him closer, “I want you to taste me, while I’m in your mouth.” He grinned rubbing up against him again, “there’s always time for round two.”

He leaned up and licked at Dean’s jaw, “But isn’t the point of the shower to get clean?”

Dean laughed and began rubbing the angel’s now flaccid dick, “Gotta get dirty to get clean, babe.”